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Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1878,  by  R.  E.  J.  Miles,  in  the  Office 
of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington,  D.  C. 


DRAMATIS  PERSONS. 


LA  PERICHOLE,)^,,     „,     ,  q. 

p.     ...  '  >  The  Street  Singers. 

Don  Andres  (Viceroy  of  Peru). 

Don  Pedro  (Governor  of  Lima). 

Count  Panatellas. 

The  Marquis  of  Tarapote. 

guadalena,  ^ 

Berginella,  V  The  Three  Cousins. 

Mastrilla,   j 


Ninetta. 

Brambilla. 

Frasquinella. 

Manuelita. 

Jailer. 

An  Old  Prisoner. 

Chorus  (Citizens,  Soldiers). 

Peasants,  Notaries. 


SCENE.-THE  CITY  OF  LIMA    PERU. 


j^I^O-TJIi^En^T. 


PiQUiLLO  and  La  Perichole,  two  singers  of  pleasing  voices,  but  very  poor,  happen  to  come  to  Lima  on 
the  birthday  of  the  Viceroy,  which  day  was  celebrated  with  good  will  by  the  populace,  who  were  allowed 
unlimited  "  free  drinks,"  which  they  procured,  not  a  few  of  them,  at'the  favorite  cabaret  or  inn  of  the 
"Three  Cousins,"  named  from  the  wide-awake  damsels  who  carried  on  the  business  there.  The  Governor 
of  Lima  and  Count  Panatellas,  in  disguise,  were  among  the  throng,  to  see  that  all  were  made  merry.  The 
Viceroy  was  also  walking  about,  unknown,  as  he  supposed,  but  easily  recognized. 

Piquillo  and  La  Perichole  (who  are  devotedly  attached  to  each  other,  but  too  poor  to  be  married)  are 
almost  starving.  They  sing  in  the  public  square,  but  make  nothing  by  it,  and  he  strays  away  to  sing  else- 
where, while  she,  quite  worn  out,  tries  to  sleep  on  one  of  the  benches  near  the  inn.  The  Viceroy  here 
sees  her,  and  is  struck  with  her  beauty.  On  her  awaking,  he  requests  her  to  follow  him  to  the  palace, 
where  she  shall  be  the  viceroy's  favorite.  As  a  request  from  such  a  source  was  equivalent  to  a  command, 
she  could  not  but  comply  ;  and  seeing,  in  her  desperation,  that  by  ingenuity  she  may  escape  all  evil  conse- 
quences, and  benefit  herself  and  lover,  she  pretends  to  consent  willingly,  being  pretty  sure,  in  the  outset, 
of  getting  a  good  dinner,  of  which  she  is  sorely  in  need.  Sending  a  note  of  explanation  to  Piquillo,  she 
proceeds  to  dine  with  the  Viceroy.  This  gentleman,  however,  becomes  aware  of  an  old  law,  that  none  but 
married  ladies  should  inhabit  his  portion  of  the  palace  ;  and  to  evade  it  commands  his  ministers  straight- 
way to  find  some  poor  wretch  who  will  "  marry  and  leave  "  La  Perichole. 

This  nice  scheme  is  much  advanced  by  the  appearance  of  Piquillo,  who,  on  receiving  the  letter  of  his 
love,  jealous  and  miserable,  and  misunderstanding  it,  proceeds  to  hang  himself.  He  is  rescued  by  Pana- 
tellas, who,  by  means  of  a  good  dinner  and  many  glasses  of  wine,  persuades  him  to  be  married  instead. 
La  Perichole  also  is  somewhat  overcome  by  the  unwonted  good  cheer,  and  the  tipsy  pair  are  married  by  a 
couple  of  tipsy  notaries,  the  lady  alone  knowing  whom  she  is  marrying. 

All  now  adjourn  to  the  palace,  all  about  equally  tipsy,  except  IMquillo,  who  is  very  far  gone.  Having 
.slept  off  the  effects  of  the  wine,  they  all  meet  in  the  morning,  when  Piquillo  understands,  with  mucli 
amazement,  that  he  has  been  married,  and  to  the  king's  favorite. 

Piquillo  is  thrown  into  prison,  where  he  is  visited  by  La  Perichole.  His  indignation  is  boundless, 
and  it  requires  all  her  .skill  to  prevent  him,  by  his  dullness  and  anger,  spoiling  entirely  her  plan  of  escape. 
They  manage  to  escape,  and  make  their  appearance  on  the  public  sc^uare,  where  the  viceroy  and  his  followers 
meet  them  ;  by  appealing  to  his  better  nature,  she  procures  for  both  liberty  to  depart,  not  only  married  without 
cost,  but  with  a  bountiful  present  of  gold  and  jewels  from  the  Viceroy.  The  story,  while  greatly  comic, 
includes  so  much  pathos  as  to  move  both  to  tears  and  laughter. 


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CHOEUS. 

The  birthday  of  our  Viceroy  gayly  keeping, 

We  celebrate  this  happy  day; 

For  he's  engaged  the  whole  assembly, 

Paying  each  one  to  keep  the  holiday. 

The  birthday,  the  birthday  of  our  Viceroy, 

With  playing  we  celebrate  this  happy  day 

We  celebrate  this  happy  day. 

He  said  to  us,  "Oh,  be  gay! 

Cheer  and  cheer  and  cheer  still  more; 

You  shall  drink  the  whole  long  day; 

Charge  it  to  ray  special  score." 

We'll  cheer,  we'll  clieer; 

The  birthday  of  our  Viceroy,  playing, 

We  celebrate  this  happy  day  ; 

For  he's  engaged  the  whole  assembly, 

Paying  each  one  to  keep  the  holiday, 

The  birthday  of  our  Viceroy  gayly  keeping, 

We  celebrate  this  happy  day. 

Enter  Three  Cousins.     (Couplets.) 

GuADALENA. Ready  for  business,  we  three  cousins, 

We  have  opened  this  little  shop, 

Wine  by  bottle,  case,  or  dozens — 

Claret  or  sherry  or  sparkling  pop. 
Cho.  Claret  or  sherry  or  sparkling  j)op. 
GUAD.  Gents,  give  your  orders,  speak  up  loud — 

Champagne,  champagne  for  all  the  crowd  ! 

Gents,  give  your  orders,  speak  up  loud — 
Cho.  Champagne,  champagne  for  all  the  crowd. 
GuAD.  There  is  no  shop  in  all  Peru 

Where  so  many  good  friends  meet  daily; 

Here  you  are  welcome,  all  of  you, 

Making  the  red  wine  run,  glow,  glow, 

Singing  and  laughing  and  dancing  gayly. 
Cho.  Making  the  red  wine  run,  glow,  glow. 

We  will  sit  singing  and  laughing  g.ayly, 

We'll  sit  and  sing,  and  laugh  full  gayly. 
Berginella.  If  one  is  absent,  call  for  another 

And  if  another  is  not  there. 

There  is  a  third  one  of  the  same  mother. 

Equally  ready,  equally  fair. 

Gents,  give  your  orders,  etc. 
Cho.  Champagne,  champagne  for  all  the  crowd. 

Gents,  give  your  orders,  etc. 

Champagne,  champagne  for  all  the  crowd. 
Mastrilla.  When  they  are  fair,  young,  persevering, 

Nobody  knows  what  girls  can  do ; 

This  success  is  really  cheering — 

Gentlemen  all,  our  thanks  to  you. 

Gents,  give  your  orders,  etc. 


Cho.  Champagne,  champagne  for  all  the  crowd. 
Gents,  give  your  orders,  etc. 
Champagne,  champagne  for  all  the  crowd, 
Making  the  red  wine,  etc. 

Enter  Don  Pedro,  disguised. 

Pedro.  One  word,  three  cousins. 

Cousins.  How? 

Pedro.  Ingrates  !  do  you  not  recognize  me? 

GuAD.  Seigneur  Don  Pedro  de  Hinoxosa! 

Berg.  The  governor  of  Lima ! 

Mast.  In  this  guise ! 

Pedro.  Himself!  But  tell  me,  do  they  amuse 
themselves  here?     Are  tljey  making  plenty  of  noise? 

GuAD.  Plenty,  I  assure  you. 

Pedro.  This  is  the  Viceroy's  birthday  ;  the  city  of 
liima  must  be  gay.  If  the  city  of  Lima  is  not  gay, 
he  will  think  the  city  of  Lima  is  badly  governed; 
and  I,  who  am  governor  of  the  city  of  Lima,  shall 
lose  my  place. 

Mast.  Tlie  city  of  Lima  is  gay. 

Pedro.  Is  it  really?     [Crowd  all  laugh.'] 

Berg.  Is  it?    They  are  all  laughing — 

Mast.  And  drinking — 

GuAD.  And  singing — 

Pedro.  Good,  very  good  ;  but  we  are  getting  dry. 
Fill,  three  cousins,  fill  all  the  glasses,  and  let  us 
sing   to  give  the  others  the  idea  of  singing. 

Cho.     Making  the  good  wine  run,  glow,  glow. 
We'll  sit  and  sing,  and  laugh  full  gayly. 

Enter  Count  de  Panatellas,  disguised  as  a  vender  of 
cakes. 

Panatellas.  Cakes!  Who  wants  cakes?  Who 
wants  cakes? 

Pedro.  I,  your  Excellency. 

Pan  A.  You  recognize  me? 

Pedro.  What !  not  recognize  the  Count  de  Pana- 
tellas, first  gentleman  of  the  bed-chamber! 

Pana.  You  are  quite  proud,  governor.  I'll  wager, 
however,  tliat  you  don't  know  what  happened  half 
an  hour  ago  in  the  viceroyal  palace. 

Pedro.  Pardon  me,  your  Excellency;  half  an  hour 
ago  a  man  cautiously  left  the  palace  by  the  little 
kitchen-door. 

Pana.  Go  on. 

Pedro.  This  man,  dressed  as  a  doctor — 

Pana.  Well! 

Pedro.  Is  no  other  than  Don  Andres  de  Ribeira, 
Viceroy  of  Peru,  and  our  gracious  master. 

Pana.  With  what  object  do  you  think  his  High- 
ness has  determined  to  run  about  the  streets  of  Lima 
to-day? 

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can  not  be  recognized,  will  take  advantage  of  the 
occasion  to  question  the  people  without  appearing 
to  do  so,  in  order  to  learn  for  himself  what  they 
think  of  his  administration. 

Pana.  And  does  not  that  disturb  you? 
Pedro.  I  have  taken  precautions.     Every  body  in 
this  neighborhood    is   in   my  service,   and   all   have 
been  instructed  how  to  answer. 

[.4  sound  of  castanets  is  heard.'] 

Pana.  What  is  that  noise  of  castanets? 

Pedro.  That  signal  announces  to  my  people  that 

his  Highness  is  in  sight  and  comes  this  way.     Do  you 

observe  those  fellows?     \_To the crovd.l     Attention,  my 

friends,  but  appear  to  be  at  ease. 

[Panatdlas  and  Pedro  exit.'] 
Cho.  'Tis  he,  'tis  our  Viceroy, 

But  we  will  not  express  our  joy ; 
We  recognize  him — oh,  so  well ! — 
y-  But  it  will  never  do  to  tell. 

Enter  Don  Andres  de  Ribeira  and  Three  Cousins. 


^^ICEROY,  Telling  my  courtiers  not  to  mind  me, 
/^        I  slip  away  and  leave  my  court ; 

Crown  and  scepter  I  leave  behind  me, 
And  I  do  as  I  had  n't  ought ; 
And  so  now  I  go  through  the  city, 
Unrecognized  and  alone  I  go. 
The  girls,  the  girls,  oh,  aren't  they  pretty? 
Incognito,  incognito,  incognito,  incognito! 
Ah !  if  a  monarch  wants  their  smiles 
Let  him  go  once  awhile  incognito. 


I  reply,  if  any  one  quarrels 
With  my  wandering  out  alone, 
I  look  after  my  people's  morals, 
Quite  independent  of  my  own. 
Second-hand  reports  might  deceive  me; 
What  they  are  doing  I  mean  to  know, 
And  I  find  out,  you  may  believe  me, 
Incognito,  incognito,  incognito,  incognito — 
And  I  find  out,  you  may  believe  me. 
Incognito,  incognito,  incognito,  incognito. 
Cho,  We  '11  respect  his  incognito. 
""     Jy  l^Exit  Mastrilla  and  JBerginella  to  inn.] 

r^     l/H'^^      Vice.  A  glass  of  chico  after  that.     [To  Gvadalena.] 
I  nA^l      Here,  ray  child,  get  me  a  glass  of  chico. 
'  GuAD.  Yes,  doctor. 

Vice.  I  do  n't  need  to  ask  if  they  are  gay.  If  every 
one  is  merry,  every  thing  is  in  good  order.  [To  1st 
Drinker.]  Is  it  not  true,  sir,  that  we  have  no  great 
cause  to  complain? 

1st  Drinkp;r.  Long  live  the  Viceroy! 
Vice,  Really,  sir — 
1st  Drink.  Lon^  live  the  Viceroy! 
Vice.  Ah,  long  live  the  Viceroy !     That  is  all  very 
well ;  but  after  all  there  is  nothing  perfect  in   this 
world,  and  there  are  doubtless  plenty  of  things  to  say 
against  him. 

1st  Drinker.  Long  live  the  Viceroy  1  That's  all 
I  have  to  say.     Long  live  the  Viceroy ! 

Vice.  This  man  has  noble  sentiments  and   a  fine 
voice.     To  judge  by  his  dress,  he  must  be  a  citizen. 
[2'o  2d  Drinker.]      Sir,  judging   by  your  dress,  you 
must  be  from  the  country? 
2d  Drinker.  Long  live  the  Viceroy  1 
Vice.  What,  again? 
2d  Drinker.  Long  live  the  Viceroy! 
Vice.   Most  gratifying;   but  I  would  be  glad  to 


know  the  feeling  of  the  natives  as  well,  and  am  going 
to  inform  myself.  [Exit  Viceroy.] 

Enter  Perichole  and  Piquillo,  poorly  clad.f  - 
PiQTJiLLO  [to   Guad].     You  will   allow  us,  won't  t-  , 

GuAD.  With  pleasure,  my  man.  Q 

PiQ.  Thanks,  my  good  lady  ;  I  thank  you  greatly,       (^ 
PiQ.  and  Peri.  Let  us  hope  we  will  take  more  here      , 
than  we  have  as  yet. 

Peki.  Tell  me,  Piquillo — 
PiQ.  What? 

Peri.  Absolutely  you  want  to  take  up  the  collec- 
tion yourself? 

PiQ.  Yes,  I  wish  it. 
Peri.  Very  well  then. 

PiQ.  And  if  I  wish  it,  it  is  because  I  have  my  rea- 
sons for  wishing  it.  I  have  noticed  how,  when  you 
pass  among  the  tables — 

Peri.  Very  well,  I  tell  you.  But  I  know  what  we 
will  get  by  that. 

PiQ.  I  have  noticed,  I   tell  you,   and  it  doesn't 
please  me  at  all.     Are  you  ready  ? 
Peri.  Quite  ready. 

PiQ.  [to  croivd].  The  Spaniard  and  the  Indian 
girl.  kn    UA  ■■■fj^f-:^' 

The  conqueror  said  to  the  Indian  beauty/ 
"  By  conquest  I  've  won  thee,  do  not  repine; 
My  passion  ever  is  tempered  by  duty. 
Thy  virtue,  girl,  shall  be  guarded  by  mine. 
Go,  tell  thy  tribe,  the  men  who  defied  them, 
My  virtue  is  not  my  highest  card. 
Both.  I  can  make  love,  1  can  make  love, 

I  can  make  love,  for  I'm  a  Si)aniard." 
Peri.  At  these  remarks,  so  tenderly  beguiling, 
A  sympathetic  tear  the  maid  let  fall ; 
Then  murmured,  lifting  up  her  eyes  and  smiling, 
"  I  do  n't  think  you  're  so  horrid,  after  all. 
One  year  will  pass,  a  scene  of  peaceful  pleasure ; 
Domestic  bliss  by  no  dissension  marred. 
We  see  them  now,  two  parents  whisper 
O'er  their  infant  treasure. 
Both.  He  '11  get  along,  he  '11  get  along, 

He  '11  get  along,  for  he 's  a  Spaniard.'' ■ — 

[Piquillo  goes  through  the  crowd.^ 
PiQ.  Ah,  misers ! 

Peri.  What  did  I  tell  you?  Let  me  try  now,  I 
beg. 
PiQ.  Well,  go  on  ;  but  I  sha'n't  lose  sight  of  you. 
Peri,  [whi^ering].  Well,  let  it  be  so  ;  but  try  at 
least  to  be  reasonable,  and  not  make  a  fuss  if  you  see 
that  any  of  them  talk  nonsense  to  me.  Come,  gen- 
tlemen, let  your  pockets  do  their  duty;  excellent 
gentlemen ! 

Fat  Peasant.  Tell  me,  pretty  one — 
PiQ.  Just  wait  a  minute,  you  fat  scoundrel ! 
Peri.  Come,  gentlemen,  encourage  the  singers. 
Thin  Peasant.  Why,  nothing  can  please  me  belter. 
Piq.  Ah,  the  little  lath  with  pointed  beard !  Wait 
a  minute! 

Peri.  Oh,  if  that's  the  way  you  are  going  to  be- 
have. No  one  would  give  money  for  such  a  dry  old 
air  as  that.  Give  them  something  lively.  Now,  fire 
away. 

DUET. 


Piq.     Oh,  listen  now,  I  i)ray, 
Oh, listen  to  my  ditty; 
Oh,  have  you  not  heard 
That  you  are  very  pretty? 


'S'lA^. 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


Peri. 


PiQ. 


Peri. 


PiQ. 

Peri. 

Piq. 

Peri. 

Piq. 

Peri. 

Piq. 

Both 


I  have  been  called  a  bird, 

And  so  Pll  fly  away,  sir; 

I  have  been  called  a  bird, 

And  I  will  say  good  day,  sir. 

To  you  I'll  homage  pay, 

And  I'll  always  be  gay; 

I  owe  you  my  duty, 

For  you  are  my  beauty. 

Then  I  should  answer  you, 

Your  flattery's  a  warning; 

Then  I  should  answer  too, 

I  wisli  you,  sir,  good  morning. 

Say  good  morning. 

Yes,  good  morning. 

Say  good  morning. 

Yes,  good  morning. 

Ah,  then  quickly  drive  away; 

We  will  always  be  gay. 

Whoa,  there  !  whoa,  don't  go  quicker ! 

Whoa,  there!  whoa,  there,  don't  go! 

Whoa,  there!  whoa,  don't  go  quicker! 

Whoa,  there!  wlioa,  there,  don't  go  ! 

Hoop-la!  hoop-la! 

Whoa,  there!  whoa,  there,  don't  go! 

Quicker !  whoa,  tliere,  do  not  go  ! 

Hoop-la!  hoop-la  ! 

I'm  your  true  friend,  don't  you  know  ? 

So  no  further  you  must  go. 


PiQ. 


PiQ. 


Oh  !  won't  we  have  a  day? 

Indeed  we  will  be  jolly; 

We'll  drive  care  away, 

And  banish  melancholy. 
Peri.  Then  I  should  answer  you. 

Your  flattery's  a  warning; 

Then  I  should  answer  too, 

I  wish  you,  sir,  good  morning. 

To  you  I'll  homage  pay. 

And  I'll  always  be  gay; 

I  owe  you  my  duty,  if 

For  you  are  my  beauty.  /< 
Both.  Hoop-la !  hoop-la!  etc.  ■/*  L 
Piq.  There  they  go !  S-        " 

Peri.  They  leave  us  to  run  after  learned  dogs — to 
listen  to  jugglers'  music! 

Piq.  While  we  who  represent  art — 
Peri.  Keal  art — 

Piq.  They  leave  us  here,  all  three  alone. 
Peri.  How  all  three? 
Piq.  Why,  yes — you,  me,  and  art. 
Peri.  Ah! 

Piq.  Poor  art !  After  all,  of  us  three  our  art  is  least 
to  be  pitied,  for  it  is  immortal ;  and,  being  immortal, 
it  needs  neither  dinner  nor  breakfast,  while  we  who 
do  need  those  things  have  had  no  breakfast. 

Peri.  And  as  for  supper,  we  must  go  without  it. 
Piq.  That  is  very  likely.     After  all,  I  should  care 
very  little,  if  it  were  not  for  one  idea  that  troubles  me. 
Peri.  What  idea  ?  Let  us  see, 
Piq.  I  am  afraid  you  are  tired  of  never  having 
any  thing  to  eat. 
Peri.  I !   The  idea ! 
Piq.  Yes,  I  am  afraid  that  in  time — 
Peri.  There  is  no  fear  of  that. 
Piq.  Really,  that  does  not  worry  you. 
Peri.  On  the  contrary,  my  friend,  on  the  contrary. 
Piq.  Bravo !    You  give  me  confidence.    Come,  Peri- 
chole,  come. 

Peri.  Go  and  sing  if  you  like;  for  my  part  I  have 
no  longer  strength  to  move. 


Piq.  What  can  you  do  then? 

Peri.  Evening  is  drawing  near;  I  will  lie  down 
here  and  try  to  sleep  a  little.  He  who  sleeps  dines; 
at  least  so  the  proverb  says. 

Piq.  And  you  are  going  to  try  that  cookery? 

Peri.  Of  course ;  I  might  prefer  some  other  ;  but 


since — 
Piq. 
Peri 
Piq 


O  my  darling! 
O  my  dearest ! 
My  adored  Perichole! 
Peri.  My  beloved  Piquillo ! 
Piq.     If  we  were  only  married! 
Peri.  True ;  but  we  are  not. 

Piq.  It  costs  four  dollars  to  get  marrieflU—four 
dollars — and  the  government  is  not  ashamed  to  de- 
mand it.  Wretched  country!  W^ell,  I  am  going  to 
sing,  and  try  to  pick  a  few  maravedis. 

Peri.  That's  right — go  and  sing.  I  am  going  to 
sleep. 

Piq.  The  cobbler  poor  has  lost  his  awl. 

And  now  can  make  no  shoes.     \_Ex\t  Piquillo.^ 

Enter  Viceroy. 

Vice.  Oh,  truth!  truth!  Who  will  tell  one  the 
truth?  Those  men  who  cried  "  Long  live  the  Vice- 
roy!" so  heartily — well,  I  find  all  in  collusion;  and 
even  an  Indian  chief,  whose  honesty  I  could  not 
doubt,  turned  out  to  be  Panatellas,  my  first  gentleman 
of  the  bed-chamber.  I  detected  him  by  offering  him 
a  ring  to*  put  on  his  nose.  Alas !  where  can  I  learn  the 
truth? 

Peri.  Frightful  day! 

Vice.  What  do  I  hear? 

Peri.  Miserable  country  ! 

Vice.  'Tis  a  Avoman.  She  is  young  and  beautiful. 
She  seems  to  be  in  a  condition  verging  on  indigence. 

Peri,  [waking].  They  may  say  what  they  please, 
but  decidedly  dining  and  sleeping  are  not  the  same 
thing  at  all.     I  prefer  dining. 

Vice.  Heavens!  what  is  this  I  feel? 

Peri.  Well!  welll 

Vice.  It's  nothing — only* what  people  call  a  thun- 
der-clap.    Ah,  behold  me  suddenly  in  love! 

Peri.  You  have  not  hurt  yourself  ? 

Vice.  No,  I  thank  you.  That's  it — I'm  caught. 
It  is  a  real  passion.     Your  name? 

Peri.  La  Perichole. 

Vice.  Just  now  I  was  listening  to  you.  I  thought 
at  first  you  were  the  spirit  of  truth. 

Peri.  The  spirit  of  truth  ! 

Vice.  I  was,  doubtless,  mistaken,  and  still  I  have 
every  reason  to  believe  that  if  you  would  only  con- 
sent to  wear  her  costume — - 

Peri.  Familiaritiea  | 

Vice,  Pardon  me — I  was  jesting. 

Peri.  Ah !  I  am  in  no  humor. 

Vice.  In  fact,  you  alone  in  all  this  gay  city  seem 
sad.     Confide  in  me. 

Peri.  What? 

Vice.  Your  sorrows. 

Peri.  What  would  be  the  use? 

Vice.  Who  can  tell  ?  Give  me  some  particulars. 
Speak  of  yourself,  your  family. 

Peri.  Obscure. 

Vice.  Your  position? 

Peri.  A  street-singer. 

Vice.  A  musician? 

Peri.  That  also. 

Vice.  Married? 

Peri.  No. 

Vice,  [osick].     Heavens!     This  ia  the  moet  im- 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


portant.  I  ask  the  question ;  while  awaiting  the  an- 
swer I  tremble.     [Ahud.]     And  no  lovers? 

Pf;Ri.  How  should  that  concern  you? 

Vice.  How  should  that  concern  me?    Well! 

Peri.  No  ;  no  lovers. 

Vice.  Ah,  rejoice  then  !  All  your  sorrows  terminate 
here.     I  will  take  you  with  me. 

Peri.  Where? 

Vice.  To  the  court — to  the  palace  of  the  Viceroy. 

Peri.  What  should  I  do  there? 

Vice.  You  will  be  a  maid — 

Peri.  A  companion? 

Vice.  No,  of  honor — maid  of  honor  to  the  Vice- 
Queen. 

Peri.  To  the  Vice-Queen  ! 

Vice.  I  understand  your  astonishment.  The  Vice- 
roy had  in  reality  the  misfortune  to  lose  her;  but  he 
wished  to  retain  something  that  would  remind  him  of 
lier  whom  he  loved  so  well.  I  have  therefore  re- 
tained the  services  of  the  maids  of  honor. 

Peri.  "You  said,  "  I  retained."     Are  you  then — 

Vice.  It  is  true ;  I  have  betrayed  myself. 

Peri.  Ah! 

Vice.  I  Have  betrayed  myself ;  but  I  do  not  regret 
it,  if  you  will  only  promise  not  to  betray  me. 

Peri.  Not  so  fast.  There  are  plenty  of  people  in 
the  streets  of  Lima  who,  to  mock  a  poor  young  girl, 
would  amuse  themselves  by  saying  I  am  the  Viceroy, 
:ind  then  simply  burst  out  laughing  and  say,  I  am 
simply  Velasquez,  or  Perez,  or — 

Vice.  You  doubt? 

Peri.  A  little  bit. 

Vice.  You  Avant  proof  ? 

Peri.  It  would  do  no  harm. 

Vice.  Well,  then,  come  and  cry  out  with  me. 

Peri.  You  want  me  to  cry  out? 

Vice.  Yes ;  cry  "  Down  with  the  Viceroy !" 

Peri.  With  pleasure. 

Both.  Down  with  the  Viceroy!  Down  with  the 
Viceroy ! 

Enter  Panatellas  and  Pedro. 

Pana.  What !    Who  is  the  knave  that  dares? 

Vice.  'TisI! 

Pana,  You,  your  Highness? 

Pedro.  Nobody  but  you,  your  Highness,  would 
have  had  the  idea  of  playing  such  a  prank. 

Peri.  His  Highness! 

Vice.  Are  you  convinced,  my  child? 

Peri.  Yes,  at  last. 

Vice.  And  you  will  follow  me? 

Peri.  What  can  I  do,  since  there  is  no  way  of  doing 
otherwise?    But  first,  have  you  your  tablets  with  you? 

Vice.  Here  they  are ; 

Peri.  Let  me  have  them.  A  letter  to  write  before 
going  with  you — a  letter  to  write  to  some  one. 

Vice.  To  whom? 

Peri.  To  an  old  relation. 

Vice.  Ah,  how  you  frightened  me !  You  can  never 
know  how  you  frightened  me ! 

Pana.  One  moment,  your  Highness,  one  moment. 

Vice.  What  is  it,  gentlemen? 

Pedro.  This  woman — 

Vice.  This  woman? 

Pedro.  But,  your  Highness,  the  regulation  i 

Vice.  What  regulation? 

Pana.  The  Viceroy,  being  a  widower,  and  having 
reached  an  age  when  it  is  easier  to  commit  a  folly 
than  to  pierce  the  bull  between  the  shoulders,  it  has 
been  decreed  that  your  Highness  could  not  bestow  the 
department  upon  the  third  floor  on  any  but  a  married 
woman. 


Pedro.  Is  she  married? 

Vice.  No,  she  is  not. 
Pedro.  Well,  then. 

Vice.  'T  is  true,  gentlemen,  she  is  not  married,  and 
the  regulation  requires  that  she  should  be.  I  thank 
you  for  having  reminded  me  of  it.  I  charge  you 
first,  gentleman  of  my  bed-chamber,  to  find  me  as 
speedily  as  possible  some  poor  devil  who  will  consent 
to  marry  her  immediately ;  and  if  in  two  hours — you 
understand  me  perfectly? — if  in  two  hours  every  thing 
is  not  concluded,  I  shall  accept  the  resignation  of  all 
your  duties,  responsibilities,  and  dignities,  as  well  aa 
the  salaries  pertaining  thereto,  immediately. 

lExit  Viceroy.'] 
Pedro.  What  shall  we  do,  Miguel? 
Pana.  Obey,  Pedro,  and  by  and  by  \se  shall  see. 
Pedro.  Then  I  will  seek  there.     A  notary  lives 
there,  and  I  will  try  to  persuade  him. 

Pana.  And  I  will  go  and  try  to  find  u  husband. 

[Exit  Pedro  and  Panatellas.] 
Peri.  Ah,  Piquillo,  poor  Piquillo  I  what  will  yo^ 
say  when  you  receive  this  letter?  ^-- — .    w/      \J 

Oh,  my  life,  my  love,  I  adore  thee;         M  Q,       / 
Thou  alone,  love,  hast  all  my  heart ;      "  '  \\    I 
Thou  art  loved  as  was  none  before  thee,    '"'^ 
But  misery  tells  us  to  part. 
No  doubt  can  there  be,  no  mistaking, 
How  long  could  this  last,  love,  oh,  say? 
It  is  better,  though  my  heart 's  breaking, 
To  separate  now  and  for  aye. 
Dost  think  love  can  languish  much  longer 
On  the  crusts  which  the  dogs  will  not  bite? 
Is  the  heart  or  hunger  the  stronger — 
Can  affection  crush  appetite? 
I  'm  weak,  and  a  woman,  I  own  it. 
And  I  know  that  love  must  be  fed; 
Too  late  'twould  have  been  to  have  known  it 
When  love  and  myself  both  were  dead. 
If  these  words  are  hard,  I  am  sorry ; 
But  what,  then,  my  dear,  is  the  cure? 
Indeed  you  have  no  cause  to  worry ; 
I  '11  take  care  of  myself,  be  sure. 
Ah,  farewell,  when  thy  heart 's  resigned  me, 
Unchanged  love  will  linger  in  mine. 

Perichole. 
Signed  through  tears  that  blind  me ; 
Who  loves,  but  who  can  not  be  thine. 

Enter  Viceroy. 

Vice.  Here  I  am  ! 

Peri.  Very  well ;  now  call  somebody. 

Vice.  Here,  you  three  cousins! 

Enter  Three  Cousins. 

Peri.  Here  is  a  letter,  which  you  will  hand  to  the 
tall,  handsome  young  man  who  was  singing  with  me 
not  long  ago. 

Vice.  Now,  then,  suppose  we  go  and  dine? 

Peri.  \adde'\.  Ah  I  even  now,  were  he  to  come 
back —  But  since  lie  does  not  come  back — [Aloud.] 
Well,  let  us  go  and  dine,  since  he  does  not  come 
back. 

Vice.  Why,  what  are  you  doing? 

Peri.  Ah  I  lExUawith  Viceroy.] 

GuAD.  Here  is  our  man. 

Enter  PiQUluX)  doivly,  murmuring  a  song. 

PiQ.  Two  maravedis — in  all,  two  maravedis — and 
even  one  of  these  has  a  very  curious  ring!  Poor 
Perichole !  Is  it  worth  while  to  wake  her,  to  tell  her— 
Why,  where  is  she? 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


Berg.  Handpome  singer — 

Mast.  We  have  a  letter  for  you,  handsome  singer. 

PiQ.  A  letter? 

GiTAD.  Yes,  a  letter  that  a  person  who  was  here 
just  now  begged  us  to  hand  you. 

PiQ.  Good  heavens  !     It  needed  only  this  ! 

Mast.  Tell  us,  handsome  singer,  would  you  like  to 
take  something? 

Berg.  Don't  ba  bashful. 

GuAD.  For  you  know  as  for  the  price,  we  won't 
mention  it. 

PiQ.  Thank  yon  greatly  for  your  kindness;  but, 
upon  my  word,  just  now  I  have  no  heart  to  drink. 
Some  other  time,  if  you  will — some  other  time. 

[Exit  Three  Causins.^ 

PiQ.  [reads  letter'].  Well,  well !  I  think  now  that 
poor  Piquillo  has  sung  his  last  song.  In  all  serious 
matters  you  may  trust  implicitly  to  my  fidelity.  Cer- 
tainly I  trust  it,  and  you  shall  see  how  I  trust  it. 
Ah,  Perichole,  Perichole  !  [Perceives  Perichole^s  guitar, 
from  which  he  detaches  rihhon.}  A  cord  !  This  will  do 
for  one.  A  nail!  Excellent!  Now  for  a  scaffold. 
There,  I  liave  all  that  I  need.  [Fastens  string  to  his 
neck.']  Now  a  kick  to  the  scaffold.  It  looks  quite 
easy,  but  that's  just  the  difficult  part.  Come — one — 
two — three.  Decidedly  that  is  the  most  difficult 
part.  Just  as  at  billiards,  the  last  carom,  all  ama- 
teurs tell  you,  is  the  most  difficult  one.     Come  ! 

Enter  Panatellas,  who  kicks  away  stool,  and  Piquillo 
falh. 
PiQ.  O  heavens ! 
Pana.  Help!  someone  help! 

Enter  Three  Cousins. 

Pana.  That  man  was  there  endeavoring  to  hang 
himself. 

GuAD.  Ah!  that's  not  our  fault,  my  lord;  we  of- 
fered him — 

Pana.  Well,  never  mind.  [ToPlcpiiUo.]  One  word 
only;  are  vou  married? 

PiQ.  Eh? 

Pana.  Are  you  married? 

PiQ.  No. 

Pana.  [to  Three  Cousins].  Take  him  in  there,  and 
bring  him  to  himself.  Give  him  something  to  drink. 
I  will  speak  with  him  presently. 

PiQ.  Who  kicked  over  the  stool?  It  was  not  I — 
it  was  not  I.  [Exit  Piquillo.] 

Entei'  Viceroy. 

Vice.  Some  Malaga;  quick,  girl,  some  Malaga! 

Mast.  Yes,  sir.  [Exit  MastriUa.] 

Vice.  Well,  count,  have  you  found — 

Pana.  Yes,  I  hope  so. 

Vice.  Ah,  my  friend,  that  woman  is  an  angel ; 
sucli  reserve,  such  delicacy,  such  taste  !  For  exam- 
ple, when  I  proposed  to  her  to  get  married,  she  re- 
fused point  blank.  But  I  hope  to  persuade  her  with 
the  use  of  two  or  three  glasses  of  Malaga. 

Enter  Pedro. 

Pedro.  Some  port — instantly  some  port! 

Vice.  Well,  governor,  these  notaries? 

Pedro.  Your  Highness,  they  make  no  end  of  objec- 
tions ;  but  with  the  aid  of  some'port  I  shall  get  through 
with  it.  ^ 

Enter  Mastrilla  and  Guadalena, 

Mast.  Here  is  the  Malaga. 


GuAD.  And  here  is  the  port. 

Vice,  [to  Mastrilla].  Follow  me. 

[Exit  Viceroy  and  Gtu'ydalenu.] 

Pedro.  Well,  Miguel? 

Pana.  Can  you  imagine  such  things?  Here  is  a 
man  who  wishes  for  nothing  better  than  to  hang 
himself.  I  propose  to  him  to  get  married,  and  he 
puts  on  airs.  [Enter  Mastrilla.]  Fortunately  with 
a  little  Madeira.  Mademoiselle,  I  beg  of  you  to  let 
me  have  some  Madeira.  [Exit  Pedro.] 

Mast.  Yes,  sir.  [£xi<.] 

Enter  Viceroy. 

Vice.  Some  sherry,  I  beg;  I  shouldn't  be  dis- 
pleased to  have  a  little  sherry. 

Pana.  Well,  your  Highness? 

Vice.  Well,  it  gets  on,  my  friend;  it  gets  on  very 
well,  although  she  still  has  some  scruples — very 
little  ones.  However,  with  a  few  bLscuits  dipped  in 
sherry —  [Enter  Guadalena.]  Mademoiselle,  some 
sherry,  I  beg. 

GuAD.  Immediately,  sir.  [Exit.] 

Vice.  You  know,  if  it  can  help  you  to  decide 
your  man,  you  may  tell  him  that  upon  his  marriage 
he  will  become  Marquis  de  Mancanares,  Baron  de 
Tobago. 

Pana.  I  will  not  fail,  your  Highness. 

Enter  Mastrilla. 
Mast.  Here  is  the  Madeira. 

Enier  Guadalena. 

GuAD.  Here  is  the  sherry. 

Pana.  This  way  with  the  Madeira. 

[Exit  Viceroy,  Panatellas,  Mastrilla  and  Guadalena.] 

Enter  Pedro,  intoxicated. 

Pedro.  Some  Alicante  now.  It  seems  my  col- 
league prefers  Alicante. 

Enter  Berginella. 

Berg.  The  gentleman  wishes — 
Pedro.  Some  Alicante,  my  dear. 
Berg.  Immediately,  sir. 
Pedro.  It  don't  work  at  all  in  there. 

Enter  Guadalena. 

Pedro.  Just  think,  cousin,  it  don't  work  at  all. 
They  drink  all  I  give  them,  but  as  to  consenting  to 
what  I  require,  I  may  whistle  for  it. 

Berg.  Alicante,  sir. 

Pedro.  Come  then,  come  quickly. 

[Exit  Berginella  and  Pedro.] 

Enter  Viceroy,  Pedro  and  Panatellas. 

Vice.  Well,  my  friend. 

Pana.  Well,  your  Highness. 

Vice.  She  consents,  my  friend,  she  consents ;  but  I 
have  had  trouble. 

Pana.  I  also  have  had  trouble ;  but  I  don't  regret 
it,  since  I  have  succeeded. 

Vice.  Your  man  has  decided. 

Pana.  Quite  made  up  his  mind ;  only,  to  overcome 
the  idiot's  scruples,  I  was  forced  to  have  such  a 
bout  with  him  that  I  declare  he  is  incapable  of  tak- 
ing ten  steps. 

Vice.  Is  that  all?  The  marriage  shall  take  place 
here. 

Pana.  Here? 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


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Enter  Bergineli.a. 

Vice.  On   this  spot.     Announce    to   your   friends 
and  acquaintances,  Miss  Innkeeper,  tliat  if  it  pleases 
thein   to   see  a  marriage,  a  marriage  for  good,  they 
have  only  to  come  liere  at  once. 
Berg.  I  will  tell  them. 

■' '  Enter  Chokus. 

FINALE. 

Cho.        Hurry  up !  hurry  up !  hasten,  pray ! 
All  good  people  come  this  way. 
Simply  for  our  especial  fun 
Two  poor  souls  are  to  be  made  one; 
And  we  will  come  the  rite  to  see, 
And  drink  their  healths,  for  wine  runs  free. 

GuAD.     Here  come  the  notaries  ;  take  care! 
The  two  notaries,  silence  there! 

Berg.      Led  by  their  clerks,  the  two  come  here. 

Mast.     Gracious !  don't  they  walk  very  queer ! 

Enter  Don  Pedro  tvith  two  Notaries. 

Notaries.  Hold  us  firmly  by  the  arm, 

And  don't  let  us  come  to  harm — 
Easy,  easy,  don't  let  us  come  to  harm. 

1st  NoT.That  sherry  was  not  so  bad. 

2d  Not.  'Twas  Malaga  that  I  had. 

1st  Not.  How  did  you  like  that  Madeira? 

2d  Not.  Bad  for  a  dyspeptic,  very. 

1st  Not. That  champagne  was  much  too  dry. 

2d. Not.  Some  has  got  into  my  eye. 

1st  Not.  And  that  port !    Oh,  what  a  feast ! 

2d  Not.  I  feel 's  if  I'd  swallowed  yeast. 

Cho.        Gracious !  don't  they  walk  very  queer. 

Not.        Hold  us  firmly  by  the  arm,  etc. 

Pedro.   Come,  gentlemen,  please  leave  my  arm, 
Your  faithful  clerks  are  ready  here. 

Vice.       Come  now,  come  now,  is  all  prepared? 

Pedro.    AVe  have  obeyed  your  will,  your  will. 

Vice.       Behold  the  blushing  maiden. 

Enter  Perichole. 

Cho.        Behold  the  blushing  maiden. 

Vice.       So  to  speak,  somewhat  laden. 
Which  does  not  suit  her  ill. 

Cho.        So  to  speak,  somewhat  laden, 
Which  does  not  suit  her  ill. 

Peri,       Oh,  what  a  feast !     O  dear,  how  jolly ! 
I  feel  no  longer  melancholy. 
I've  had  so  much — oh,  such  a  lot! — 
That  now  I  am  afraid  I've  got 
Just  a  trifle  merry,  trifle  merry. 
But,  hush  !  don't  say  'twas  the  sherry. 
If  this  is  nonsense  that  I'm  talking — 
I've  a  funny  way  of  walking; 
If  I  can't  quite  control  my  eye, 
It  is  because — you  can  guess  why — 
Just  a  trifle  merry — trifle  merry. 
But  hush  !  don't  say  it  was  the  sherry. 

Vice.       She's  an  angel,  my  friends. 

Peri.      Will  you  tell  me  what  stake 
You  wish  to  make 
In  this  business? 

Vice.      My  queen  I  wish  to  make  you. 

Peri.      No,  not  for  me;  I  won't  take  you. 

Vice.      But  just  now  you  were  willing — 

Pana.     But  just  now  you  were  willing — 

Peri,       Oh,  that's  another  thing.     I'm  hungry  no 
more,  sir; 
I've  dined — I'm  hungry  no  more,  sir;  I've 

dined. 
It  is  not  fair.  sir. 


Vice. 

Peri. 
Pana. 

Vice. 
Pedro. 


Cho, 


To  your  sovereign,  your  king, 
You  ofi'er  resistance. 
I  dare,  sir,  I  dare,  sir. 
We'll  settle  the  matter. 
Let  the  husband  draw  near. 
He  is  here,  he  is  here. 

Enter  PiQUlliLO. 


Cho. 

PiQ. 


PiQ. 

Perl 

PlQ. 


1(^ 


Oh,  the  other  fellows  were  tight  I 

But  this  man  here  he  is  so  tight 

That  by  himself  he  is  more  tight 

Than  all  the  others  who  were  tight. 
Peri,       'Tis  he,  'tis  Piquillo! 
Vice.      What  are  you  saying  now  ? 
Peri.      Don't  be  angry,  n)y  lord ; 

To  your  will  do  I  bow, 
PiQ.         Gentlemen,  I  salute  you, 

Permit  me  to  make  my  obeisance ; 

My  compliments  to  all, 

I  feel  gay  and  so  drunk, 

For  I  feel  rather  gay. 

Oh,  I  never  was  so  drunk  before ; 

Now  I've  got  to  pay  my  score; 

To  be  married  is  my  lot — 

To  whom,  I  know  not. 

By  himself  he  is  more  tight 

Than  all  the  others  who  were  tight. 

Oh,  no,  I  don't  know  to  whom, 

Don't  know  to  what. 

Where  the  devil  is  the  lady ! 
Cousins.  She  is  right  over  there. 
Pana.     Don't  you  see  her,  my  friend? 

I  can  not  see  at  all. 

Are  you  there? 

I'm  here,  I'm  here ! 

Now  are  you  there?    ^' 

Let  me  whisper,  my  dear, 

A  few  words  in  your  ear. 

Permit  me  to  remark,  my  lady, 

As  you're  my  wife, 

I  love  another  girl  already 

More  than  my  life. 

I  love  you  not,  and  shall  deceive  you, 

Though  'tisn't  right, 

And  at  any  time  I'd  leave  you 

With  great  delight. 
Peri.      Just  as  you  do  I  shall  do  too ; 

If  you  deceive  me,  sir,  I'll  deceive  you. 
PiQ.        You'll  deceive  me? 
Peri.      You  don't  know  me  : 

Come  on,  we'll  see  what  we  shall  see. 
PiQ.        I'm  not  a  man  of  lofty  virtue — 

Keep  on  your  guard  ; 

And  when  I'm  mad  and  mean  to  hurt  you, 

I'll  hurt  you  hard. 

I  love  you  not,  and  shall  deceive  you-  - 

Your  fate  is  sad ;  • 

For  I'm  a  tenor,  and  a  bad  man 

When  I  am  niad. 
Peri.      Just  as  you  do,  etc. 
Vice.      Come,  hurry  uj),  no  longer  tarry; 

Call  up  the  pair,  proceed  to  marry. 
All.       Call  up  the  pair,  proceed  to  marry.-"" 
Peri,      Good  sir,  your  hand  pray  give  to  me. 
PiQ.         To  that  much  you  are  welcome  free. 
Peri.       You  seem  to  me  a  little  queer, 
PiQ,         Oh,  yes,  indeed,  the  cause  is  beor. 
Both,      We  both  are  young,  and  one  is  fair ; 

Oh,  won't  we  make  a  jolly  pair  ! 
Vice.      Now  he  is  hers,  and  she  is  his, 

And  therefore  she  belongs  to  me. 


■d^ 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


Pedko.   I  will  encourage  now  his  grace 

In  order  to  retain  my  place. 
Pana.      I  '11  give  him  all  assistance  fit 

To  get  myself  some  benefit. 
KOTAKIES.  Marry  them  quick,  right  in  a  wink ; 

Afterwards  there  '11  be  more  to  drink. 
Cousins.  They  both  are  young,  and  one  is  fair ; 

Oh,  won't  they  make  a  jolly  pair ! 
All.        Aye !     Ah,  our  congratulations 

To  the  happy  pair  ; 

Oh,  do  n't  you  note  the  indications — 

The  promise  of  a  future  fair? 

Oh,  but  life  goes  lightly 

While  the  wine  we  quaff; 

Let  us  all  politely — 

Let 's  see  them  finished  off. 
1st  Not.  Say,  young  man,  now  will  you  have 

This  woman  for  your  lawful  wife? 
PfQ.         Aye,  aye,  aye,  aye,  aye,  aye,  aye. 
Men.       Aye,  aye,  etc. 


2d  Not.  And,  young  woman,  will  you  forever 
Love  your  lord,  nor  seek  to  sever? 

Peri.      Aye,  aye,  aye,  aye,  aye,  aye,  aye.      ^ 

Girls.     Aye,  aye,  etc. 

Notaries.  Now  't  is  done — it  is  done ; 

The  law  has      'ned  you — you  're  forever 
one. 

Cho.        The  law,  etc. 

All.        Ah,  our  congratulations,  etc. 

Peri.       Good  sir,  your  hand  pray  give  to  me. 

Cho.        Ha,  ha!     Good  luck  to  you ! 

PiQ.  Oh,  yes,  indeed  I  will,  my  dear ; 

Cho.        Long  live  the  happy  pair! 

Peri.      You  seem  to  me  a  little  queer. 

Cho.        Ha!  ha!    Good  luck  to  you! 

PiQ.  Yes,  that  is  true  indeed,  my  dear. 

Cho.        Long  live  the  happy  pair ! 

All.        Both  are  young,  and  one  is  fair — 
Oh,  won't  they  make  a  jolly  pair! 


j^OT    II 


A  SALOON  IN  THE  PALACE  OF  THE  VICEEOY. 


^ 


CHORUS. 

Noble  lord,  we  pray  you,  awake  ; 
»  I      Ah,  open  your  eyes,  for  our  sake — 
J  ]\'      Those  eyes  that  shine 
^  When  we  look  at  you. 

i^  Revive !  our  hearts  will  break 

To  see  you  lying  like  a  statue. 
~~^-        Noble  lord,  we  pray  you,  awake. 

Ninetta.    Hurry,   the   salts!      Oh,   where 's    my 
pocket? 
I  know  I  have  my  salts  with  me. 
Frasquinella.  Run  to  the  door,  quick,  duchess; 
lock  it ! 
Down  his  back  we  '11  slip  the  key. 
Bkambilla.  Look  at  his  eyelids;  see,  he's  waking; 

An  unmistakable  wink. 
Manuelita.  'Tis  n't  a  pretty  face  he 's  making. 

But  he  is  getting  well,  I  think. 
All.  Well,  we  think;  well,  we  think; 

Wake,  we  pray  you,  awake ! 
Tarapote.  a  saltimbanque,  ladies,  a  saltimbanque. 
NiN.  Explain  yourself,  Tarapote. 
Tara.  Last  night  were  not  those  among  you  who 
are  light  sleepers  awakened  by  a  strange  refrain? 
Br  AM.  Some  one  was  sick,  eh? 
Fras.  What  did  they  sing? 
Tara.  [sings].  He  will  grow. 
All  [singl.  He  will  grow. 

Tara.  He  will  grow  and  prosper,  for  he  is  a  Span- 
iard ;   and  at  hearing  this  poetry  between  two  and 
three  o'clock  in  the  morning,  were  you  not  surprised? 
Fras.  For  my  part,  I  thought  it  was  a  dream. 
NiN.  I  was  thinking  of  something  else. 
Man.  I  suppose  it  was  some  employe  of  the  cha- 
teau coming  home  after  getting  tipsy  in  town. 
Tara.  It  was  the  new  favorite. 
Man.  The  new  favorite! 

Tara.  Yes,  it  was  the  Baroness  de  Tobago,  Mar- 
chioness de  Mancanares,  who  was  installing  herself  in 
company  with  her  illustrious  husband,  the  Baron  de 
Tobago,  Marquis  de  Mancanares. 
Bram.  Is  she  married? 


Tara.  In  proof  of  it  the  husband  is  there. 

All.  There! 

Tara.  Yes,  he  is  there,  sleeping  still  doubtless,  for 
he  was  in  a  nice  condition  when  he  arrived  here. 

Fras.  A  street-singer  installed  in  the  palace ! 

Bram.  It  is  disgraceful. 

Man.  Could  not  the  Viceroy  place  his  affections 
better?     Has  he  not  around  him — 

Tara.  Very  good,  niece. 

Man.  But,  uncle — 

Tara.  Very  good. 

Man.  You  didn't  understand — 

Tara.  I  understand  that  you  are  slighted;  I  un- 
derstand that  all  of  you  are  affronted ;  and  that  I  am 
more  deeply  affronted  than  the  whole  lot  of  you  put 
together.  But  let  us  be  patient.  If,  as  I  hope,  the 
court  is  on  our  side,  this  joke  will  not  last  long — the 
favorite  will  go  the  way  she  came;  and  if  that  dis- 
turbs our  gracious  master  too  much — 

Man.  We  will  try  to  console  him. 

Tara.  Very  good,  niece. 

Man.  But,  uncle — 

Tara.  Capital,  my  niece,  capital! 

Man.  I  assure  you,  uncle,  you  do  not  understand 
me — 

Tara.  I  understand  that  your  heart  is  good,  and 
that  pleases  me,  because  I  am  your  \incle.  Come, 
kiss  your  good  old  uncle.     Ah !  here  is  the  husband. 

Entei-  PiQUiLLO. 

PiQ.  Ladies  here;  let  us  be  polite.  Ladies,  I  sa- 
lute you.  Where  the  deuce  am  I?  What  has  hap- 
pened to  me?  I  can't  get  it  out  of  my  head  that 
since  yesterday  the  most  extraordinary  changes  have 
taken  place  in  my  existence.  What  things?  That's 
what  it  would  be  impossible  for  me  to  say  at  this 
moment.     Ladies,  I  will  salute  you  again. 

Bram.  He  dares  to  salute  us. 

Fras.  Let  us  make  him  feel  our  contempt,  shall  we? 

Man.  Nothing  would  please  me  better.  Madame 
is  well. 

PiQ.  Madame? 

Fras.  Yes,  the  Baroness  de  Tobago,  Marchioness  de 
Mancanares. 


10 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


Taba.  Your  wife,  in  fact. 

PiQ.  [aside].  I  (lid  not  see  the  gentleman  before. 
lAloud.l     I  wish  you  good  morning,  sir. 

Tara.  Yes,  your  wife. 

PiQ.  My  wife.  Ah,  that's  it;  that's  what  I  could 
not  remember,     I  am  married. 


)\ffvlO 


COUPLETS. 


Man. 


PiQ. 

Cho. 


NiN. 


[\,\' 


We're  told  she  has  a  thousand  faces, 
An  airy  sprite,  a  dainty  elf; 
Are  people  wrong  to  sing  her  praises? 
But,  oh,  you  do  not  know  yourself. 
Fras.    She  has  a  tender  disposition ; 

They  say  she 's  sad  and  sweet  at  eve ; 
If  'twere  not  for  your  odd  position, 
We  'd  ask  if  this  we  might  believe. 
Ah,  what  indeed  is  now  the  matter? 
How  maliciously  they  chatter! 

0  master  husband,  beware  you  ; 
We  can't  allow  your  keeping  shady, 
If  your  should  meet  your  wife  so  true. 
Many  compliments  to  my  lady, 

Bram.  They  also  mention  things  so  horrid, 

1  scarcely  dare  to  speak  aloud ; 
I  see  a  blush  upon  your  forehead; 
Come,  is  it  true,  O  marquis  proud? 
I  trust  you  '11  pardon  our  intrusion 
Into  your  sacred  private  life ; 

We  won't  dispel  one  fond  illusion; 
But  say  who  is  madame,  your  wife? 

PiQ.      Oh,  what  indeed,  etc. 

Cho.     O  master  husband,  how  are  you?  etc. 

Tara.    Many  compliments  to  Madame. 

PiQ.  How  to  Madame?  This  is  irony.  Even 
with  the  little  education  I  have  received,  I  can  see 
very  well  that  it  is  irony.  By  listening  in  this  way 
to  these  people,  and  listening  without  getting  angry, 
I  may  come  little  by  little  to  remember  things,  and 
set  myself  right  in  regard  to  my  situation.  If  I 
stopped  these  people,  and  asked  what  am  I  doing 
liere — if  I  was  stupid  enough  to  ask  it,  I  should  look 
like  a  fool ;  whereas,  by  asking  no  questions  and 
simply  listening — let  us  see — I  know  already  that  I 
married  a  woman;  that's  all  right.  Who  is  this  wo- 
man? I  don't  know,  I'm  sure,  but  I  shall  doubtless 
soon  meet  some  people  who  will  tell  me. 

Enter  Courtiers,  who  surround  PiQUiLLO. 
PiQ.  What  are  they  going  to  do?     If   there  were 
only  four  of  them,  I  would  think  they  are  going  to 
play  at — but  there  are  more  than  fou  ■  more.     They 
are  forming  a  circle;  they  want  me  to  sing  something. 
That's  my  business.     1  will   sing  them   something. 
Hem  !     Hem  I 
Courtiers.  He  tells  you  to  your  face,  sir, 
That  nothing  'neath  the  sun 
Could  ever  be  much  better 
Than  this  that  you  have  done. 
What  did  I  say?     I  knew  I  would  find  out 
I    understand  now.      I  know   that    I    have 


PiQ, 


married  tlie  king's  mistress.     Oh,  but  I  must  explain 
to  them.     Gentlemen — 
•  C^UKT.    He  tells  you  to  your  face,  sir, 
I  That  nothing  'neath  the  sun 

('ould  ever  be  much  better, 
Than  this  that  you  have  done. 
PiQ.  Gentlemen,  I  beg  of  you — 
Court.    He  tells  you  to  your  face,  sir, 
That  nothing  'neath  the  sun 
Could  ever  be  much  better. 
Than  this  that  you  have  done. 
Piq.  Come,  come,  they  begin  to  vex  me. 


Enter  Pedro  and  Panatellas. 

Pana.  Well,  gentlemen,  what  does  this  mean? 

Pedro.  Will  you  let  that  i)oor  lad  alone? 

Pana.  Come,  pass  on,  gentlemen — circulate. 

Pkdko.  Circulate,  gentlemen,  circulate. 

Piq.  Circulate,  gentlemen,  circulate. 

Pana.  Circulate,  gentlemen,  we  are  going  to  close 
here.  \_Ed:it  Courtiers.'] 

Piq.  [^aside'].  I  am  in  a  museum.  See  how  every 
tiling  discovers  itself — how  I'm  getting  to  know  all 
about  it.  I  now  find  that  I  am  married,  and  that  I 
am  in  a  museum.  It  is  probably  on  that  account 
that  th:7  '"a^ve  dressed  me  so  finely.  Ah,  here  you 
are,  sir. 

Pana.  Here  I  am. 

Piq.  I  recognize  you  perfectly,  in  spite  of  your  fine 
clothes;  and  this  gentleman — is  he  with  you?  A 
friend,  perhaps. 

Pana.  Don  Pedro  de  Hinoyosa,  governor  of  the 
city. 

Piq.  Don  Perdro  de  Hognonsa — highly  flattered, 
sir. 

Pana.  And  we  arrive  just  in  time  to  defend  you, 
as  you  see. 

Piq.  It  is  the  least  you  coulQ  do,  sir;  for  you  it 
was  who  yesterday  profited  by  my  miserable  position 
to  force  me  to  accept — 

Pana.  What !  reproaches! 

Pedro.  He  would  not  dare — 

Piq.  I  wouldn't!  Well,  never  mind,  I  won't  re- 
proach you.  I  was  about  to  hang  myself;  you  offered 
to  get  me  married.  You  told  me  that  I  should 
receive  a  large  sum  after  the  marriage,  and  that  I 
could  leave  my  wife  and  go  to  the  devil  my  own  way. 
This  proposition  seduced  me,  because  I  hoped  with 
the  large  sum  to  find  a  certain  woman  whom  I  loved, 
who  abandoned  me,  but  whom  I  love  a  hundred 
times  more  since  she — 

Pedro.  I  understand  you. 

Piq.  You  do,  I  am  sure. 

Pana.  In  your  place,  I  should  have  acted  like 
you. 

Piq.  Frankly  now,  between  ourselves,  are  not 
women  nice  creatures? 

Pana.  and  Pedro.  Ah  ! 

Piq.  Nothing  else  worth  living  for. 

Pana.  and  Pedro.  Nothing, 


COUPLETS. 


/r 


Piq, 


Of  all  the  blessings  nature  gave  us, 

Sweet  woman  is  by  far  the  best ; 

Both  high  and  low  we  bow  before  her — 

By  all  her  power  is  confessed, 

O  woman,  frail  woman,  fair  and  unsurpasa'd, 

As  long  as  earth  and  sea  shall  last 

About  us  will  thy  spell  be  cast, 

PiQ,,  Pana.,  Pedro.  O  woman,  etc. 

Piq,     When  fortune  frowns,  and  dangers  threaten, 
And  all  around  seems  dark  and  drear. 
How  sweet  to  be  consoled  by  woman  ! 
Her  gentle  soothing  calms  all  fear. 
O  woman,  etc, 

Piq.,  Pana.,  Pedro.  O  woman,  etc. 

Piq.  Well,  now,  I  have  done  as  you  wished,  I 
have  married  the —  Those  gentlemen  whom  you 
forced  to  circulate  told  me  what  just  now  three  times. 
As  I  am  an  honest  man,  I  don't  care  about  their 
singing  it  a  fourth  time ;  therefore,  good  morning. 

Pana.  Softly. 

Piq.  What  now? 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


11 


^- 


Pana.  a  formality  —  a  mere  formality.  This 
woman  whom  you  married,  you  must  present  her. 

PiQ.  Present  her  to  whom? 

Pedko.  Why,  to  the  court,  to  the  Viceroy. 

PiQ.  And  that  will  be  all. 

Pana.  That  will  be  all.     You  will  be  free. 

PiQ.  And  I.may  then  hunt  after  the  woman  I  love? 

Pedro.  As  much  as  you  please. 

PiQ.  Let  us  hurry  then.  Does  it  take  place  soon, 
this  presentation? 

Pana.  Immediately.  Here  comes  his  Highness, 
and  presently  your  wife.     [^Panatellas  and  Pedro  exit.l 

PiQ.  My  wife !  The  idea  of  seeing  her  does  excite 
me  a  little.     Not  much,  but  still  a  little. 

Enter  lords  and  ladies.     Then  enter  Pedro  and  Pana- 
TELLAS,  ushering  in  the  Viceroy. 

FINALE. 

,'  .y  Cho.    a  husband  now  we  soon  shall  see, 
t4v.V  Presenting  his  wife  to  the  court; 

This  happens  now  so  frequently, 

We  count  it  of  small  import. 
Vice.  Ah,  good  day.  Count. 
PiQ.     Good  day,  your  Highness. 
Vice.  Then,  so  you  are  going  to  present 

The  Countess  to  me? 
Cho.     Ah  !  the  Countess! 
Vice.  Yes,  the  Countess. 
Cho.    Ail,  ah,  ah  ! 

She  is  so  sweet,  that  lady  there. 
Vice.  My  friends,  where  is  your  reverence,  where? 
Pedro.  What  shall  we  do  to  that  man  there? 
Pana.  What  shall  we  do  to  that  man  there? 
Cho.    She  is  so  sweet,  that  lady  there. 

A  husband  now,  etc. 
Pana.  All  that  I  have  told  you. 

Do  you  remember? 
Piq.     I  remember. 

Pana.  Go  on,  then,  and  do  not  forget. 
PiQ.     Ah,  yes,  you'll  see. 

Come  here,  my  lad}'. 
Peri.  I'm  here,  my  love ! 
PiQ.     Heavens !  ah,  that  voice ! 

La  Perichole ! 
Peri.  Yes,  yes! 

PiQ.     Can  I  believe?    You  now  here? 
Peri.  Don't  you  know  me? 
PiQ.     Alas!  alas!  I  do! 
Peri.  Be  still,  PU  tell  you  all! 
Piq.   You'll  tell  me  all ! 

Ah,  you  will  tell  me  all! 

I  know  enough — yes,  I  know,  traitress, 

That  you  are  the  king's  mistress, 

And  that  I,  then,  am — 
Peri.  Be  still !  be  still ! 
Cho.    Ah,  ah,  ah  !  she  is  so  fair  ! 

She  is  so  sweet,  that  lady  there. 
Vice.  Did  you  expect  this  would  befall? 
Pana.  and  Ped.  Let  us  see  what  comes  of  it  all! 
Cho.    She  is  so  fair; 

She  is  so  sweet,  that  lady  there  ! 
Peri.  A  misunderstanding;  but  just  look  at  me 
now; 

I'll  calm  him  down,  you'll  see — I  know  just 
how. 


Listen  a  bit,  for  heaven's  sake,         *     /y 
And  don't  attempt  a  step  to  take.  ^/^ 
What  signifies  this  fiery  passion,       \S^ 
And  these  gestures  so  very  free? 
May  I  inquire,  is  this  the  fashion 
That  you  behave  in  company? 
My  amiable,  gentle  Cupid, 
Can  you  not  put  your  trust  in  me? 
Ah,  how  blind  you  are! 
Alas,  why  can't  you  see? 
O  dear !  O  dear ! 
Why  are  men  all  so  stupid? 
'Tis  hard  that  you  should  dare  to  doubt  me. 
And  spoil  the  good  that  I  achieve; 
W^hat  you  would  ever  do  without  me, 
You  stupid  boy,  I  can't  conceive  ! 
Be  silent  now,  my  jealous  cupid  ; 
And  soon  you'll  pardon  beg  of  me. 
How  blind  you  are,  etc. 
PiQ.     I  was  too  hasty,  and  I'll  now — 

I'll  now  present  you  in  due  form. 

0  king,  O  courtiers,  all  in  waiting,   '     i       /7*~i  A 

1  present  you  that  woman  there;  (L/t^T^ 
A  woman  the  most  fascinating, 

And  the  falsest  of  women  fair. 
The  winning  smile  and  gentle  voice, 
Too  late  I  found  that  both  were  false; 
Ah,  she  will  tell  you  that  she  loves  yea, 
And  you,  poor  dupe,  will  be  deceived. 
O  king,  O  courtiers,  all  in  waiting, 
She'll  ever  swear  to  adore  thee. 
Poor  old  man,  easy  to  believe, 
As  I  believed  her  once  before; 
Alas,  she's  fickle  as  the  wind. 

0  king,  O  courtiers,  all  in  waiting, 

1  present  you  that  woman  there; 
Down  at  your  feet,  O  king,  I  cast  her. 
The  traitress ! 

I  cast  her  ofi"  with  bitter  scorn! 
Vice.  Seize  on  that  man ! 
Cho.     Seize  on  that  man ! 
Vice.  Seize  on  that  man  ! 
Peri.  Seize  him  !  seize  him  !  seize  on  that  man  ! 

I've  borne  with  him  long  as  I  can ; 

He  is  too  stupid !     Seize  on  that  man  ! 
Cho.    Seize  on  that  man  ! 
Pana. and  Pedro.  We've  got  the  man! 

We  have  him  now ;  where  shall  we  take  him? 

Great  king,  where  shall  we  take  him? 
Cho.  Great  king,  where  shall  we  take  him? 
Vice.  Take  him  away,  courtiers  gallant. 

To  the  cell  that  I've  constructed. 

For  husbands  j-e, 

For  husbands  cal^ 

For  husbands  ci, 

For  husbands  trani, 

For  husbands  recalcitrant. 
Vice,  and  Cho.  For  husbands  re,  etc. 
Pl.Q.      You  sold  yourself  to  him  for  gold; 

Is  this  the  love  you  swore  to  me  of  old  ? 

Ah  !  Where's  the  faithful  love  you  pledged —      / 

You  pledged  to  me  of  yore? 

Hence,  avoid  me  !  Go,  false  traitress  ! 
Peri,  and  Cho.  False  to  me  who  so  loved  thee!  Ah ! 
All.    Take  him  away,  etc. 

For  husbands  re,  etc. 


12 


LA  PERiCHOLE. 


-A.OT    III. 


THE  CELL  OF  OBSTINATE  HUSBANDS. 


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/(> 


Enter  Old  Prisoner  through  trap. 
Old  Prisoner.  I  am  endeavoring  to  escape. 
Shall  I  .succeed  ?  that's  the  question.  Twelve  years 
have  I  been  in  this  prison;  for  twelve  years  I  have 
not  seen  a  woman.  I  have  employed  these  twelve 
years  in  cutting  through  the  wall  of  my  cell  with  this 
little  knife,  and  I've  got  thus  far.  Twelve  years  to 
cut  through  the  otlier  wall,  and  I  am  free.  Let  me 
not  lose  a  moment.  I  hear  a  voice,  it  would  seem  ; 
I  must  get  back  quickly.  In  matters  of  escape  there 
is  no  such  thing  as  too  much  prudence. 

[Exit  Old  Prisoner.l 
Enter  PiQtriLLO,  Panatellas,  Pedro,  Jailer,  and 
Courtiers. 
Jailer.  This  is  the  place,  gentlemen ;  we  have  ar- 
rived. 

Panatellas.  Is  this  the  cell  for  obstinate  husbands 
Jail.  Yes,  my  lord. 
Pedro.  It  is  nice  and  clean. 

Jail.  It  is  quite  new,  and  has  not  been  used  by 
any  body. 

PiQUiLLO.  Then  I  am  put  in  prison  because  I  didn't 
care  that  my  wife — 

Pana.  You  are  put  in  prison  because  you've  been 
recalcitrant. 

PiQ.  That's  just  what  I  said;  he's  laying  the  coun- 
terpane. 

Pana.  Good-bye,  old  fi-iend,  good-bye. 
PiQ.  Are  you  going  to  leave  me  alone? 
Pedro.  Why,  of  course ;  all  the  fun  is  going  on 
upstairs. 

PiQ.  Wliat  fun? 

Pana.  But  we  shall  not  leave  yon  without  having 
told  you  what  we  think  of  your  admirable  conduct. 
COUPLETS. 
I. 
Pedro.  All  husbands  once  with  submission 
Would  bow  tlie  head  to  Majesty, 
But  you  have  spurned  him  with  derision, 
And  dared  to  cry,  "Not  for  me." 
We  admire  your  wrath  courageous, 
Advantageous  to  the  general  common  weal ; 
Take  then,  though  in  vilest  durance, 
The  assurance  of  most  sincere  regard  we  feel. 

II. 
I  thought  the  bribe  suse  would  blind  you. 
But  your  virtue  is  intact; 
Nothing  more  than  a  folly  find, 
I  compliment  you  on  the  fact. 
We  admire  your  wrath  courageous,  • 

Advantageous  to  the  general  commonweal; 
Take  then,  tiiough  in  vilest  durance, 
The  assurance  of  most  sincere  regard  we  feel. 
[Exit  aU  but  Piquillo.'] 
PiQ.  There'fl  friendship  as  far  as  the  door.     He's 
moved.     Who  would  not  be  at  the  aspect  of  such  a 
misfortune?    They've  left  me  my  fine  clothes;  they 
will   mildew  with  humidity.     These  gentlemen  who 
have  gone  were  moved.     This  proves  that  I  have  at 
least  conquered  public  consideration.     That's  a  con- 
solation; unfortunately  it  is  insufficient,  like  most 


consolations.  So  this  is  the  bed  of  the  honest  man- 
straw  ;  I  shall  sleep  on  straw,  when,  were  I  a  scoundrel, 
I  should  sleep  on  feathers.  This  is  a  case — I  don't 
want  to  speak  against  Providence,  but  this  is  a  case. 
People  may  say  what  they  like,,.^  it's  wrong. 

SONG. 


PiQ.  He  could  not  bribe  me  to  deliver 
To  him  the  woman  I  had  wed  ; 
So  in  this  cell,  immured  forever, 
I  may  look  on  myself  as  dead. 
My  widow,  my  widow. 
What  is  she  doing  while  I'm  dead? 
My  widow,  my  widow, 
What  is  she  doing  while  I'm  dead? 


Shameful  horrors,  newly  risen, 

On  dainty  food  she  is  fed, 

While  I  am  left  a  corpse  in  prison ; 

To  groan,  to  groan,  upon  my  wretched  bed ; 

O  my  widow,  my  widow. 

What  is  she  doing  while  I'm  dead? 

She's  with  the  king,  unfaithful  creature, 

How  soon  astray  by  flattery  led! 


He  praised  every  lively  feature. 

And  that's  the  way  they  go  ahead ; 

My  widow,  my  widow,  j 

What  is  she  doing  while  I'm  dead? 

Bah!  what  good  is  jealous  fretting! 

I  had  forgotten  I  am  dead. 

'Tis  best  to  sleep — sleep  is  forgetting — 

I  don't  quite  know  by  whom  that  is  said. 

Now  if  to  love  a  tear  I  did  owe, 

That  solitary  tear  is  shed. 

My  widow,  my  widow. 

What!  do  you  now  that  I'm  dead? 

Enter  Perichole  and  jArLEBr^ 

Perl  Is  he  bound  so  that  I  can  come  near  him 
without  fear? 

Jail.  He  is  not  tied,  madame;  but  if  you  wish,  I 
can  attach  him  to  one  of  those  rings. 

Peri.  'Tis  useless;  but  be  at  hand,  and  on  the 
slightest  cry  throw  yourself  on  him  with  your  men. 

Jail.  Very  well,  madame.  [Exit  Jailer.'] 

PiQ   Who  goes  there? 

Peri.  Me, 

PiQ.  Who  are  you? 

Peri.  The  Perichole. 

PiQ.  The  Perichole! 

Peri.  Didn't  you  expect  to  see  me? 

PiQ.  I  didn't  expect  it;  no.  I  shouldn't  have 
thought  you'd  be  so  imprudent.  But  as  you  have 
been  imprudent — 

Peri.  Well. 

PiQ.  You  shall  see.    [TTireatens  her.} 

Perl  One  step  and  I  cry  out.  If  I  call,  (lie  jailer 
comes  in  with  his  men,  who  will  throw  themselves 
on  you,  and  you'll  be  fastened  to  one  of  those  iron 
rings.     Now  do  what  you  please. 

PiQ.  Are  you  serious? 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


13 


Peei.  Nobody  could  be  more  so. 

PiQ.  Very  good  then.  You  were  less  imprudent 
than  I  had  supposed — that's  all. 

Peki.  All  right — let's  chat  now.  Do  you  suppose 
I  should  have  come  here  unless  I  had  a  motive? 

PiQ.  You  wanted  to  see  that  I  had  a  bad  bed. 
"VVell,  be  satisfied  ;  I  am  as  badly  bedded  as  possible. 
There  is  tlie  couch  of  an  honest  man;  it's  to  see 
that  you  came  here. 

Peri.  No,  it  isn't  for  that. 

PiQ.  For  what  then? 

DUO. 

Peri.  Into  these  gloomy  vaults,  into  this  dungeon 
lonely, 

Piquillo,  Piquillo,  and  canst  thou,  love,  not 
see 

That  but  one  only  cause,  one  cherished  ob- 
ject only, 

Through  these  sad  silent  halls, 

Hath  led  my  steps  to  thee? 

No,  no,  my  dear — no,  no,  my  dear, 

I  come  to  speak  to  you. 

Would  I  deceive  you?    I  can  not  leave  you. 
Piq.     I  quite  understand;  tliis  object  is  but  too  clear; 

You  have  come  to  make  sport  of  me, 

That  alone  brings  you  here ; 

I  will  hear,  have  no  fear. 
Pebi.  'Tis  for  that  object  only,  my  dearest, 

'Tis  so,  you  agree,  you  agree, 

Listen  then,  list,  oh,  list  to  me! 
Piq.    Countess  of  Tobago,  I  agree,  I  agree ; 

I  list  to  thee,  I  list  to  thee. 

SONG. 


Peri.  You  have  not  the  fairest  of  all  faces, 
Not  wit  enough  to  keep  you  sweet; 
A  mountebank  has  greater  graces, 
A  clown  who  tumbles  on  the  street. 
Of  talent  no  amount  alarming 
Have  you  to  guarantee  your  fame ; 
Of  all  one  must  have  to  be  charming. 
You've  not  a  bit;  yet  all  the  same — 
I  adore  thee,  brigand,  disgraceful  though  it 

be— 
I  adore  thee,  nor  can  I  live  and  not  love 
thee. 

Piq.    For    I   love   you,    you   rogue,    disgraceful 
though  it  be, 
riove  thee,  for  can  I  e'er  help  loving  thee? 
II. 

Peri.  Unto  good  cheer  Pve  no  objection, 
Liked  the  Viceroy's  regal  fare ; 
With  you  I'd  live  upon  affection 
Which  is  like  living  upon  air. 
With  him  indeed  my  time  passed  gayly, 
I  had  whate'er  I  pleased  to  name ; 
New  presents  and  new  pleasures  daily. 
Jewels  and  gold ;  yet  all  the  same, 
All  the  same,  all  tlie  same, 
I  adore  thee,  brigand,  disgraceful  though  it 

be — 
I  adore  thee,  nor  can  I  live  and  not  love 
..^,^  thee. 

PiQ.      Ah,  if  I  could  bel ieve  thee  ! 

Swear  by  the  heavens  high  o'er  thee, 
Is  it  true  that  you  love  me, 
You  love  me,  you  love  me? 

Peri.  Ah,  my  heart's  breaking  for  thee — 
I  adore  thee !  I  adore  thee! 


Piq.      Is  it  true  that  you  love — 

You  love  me,  you  love  me? 

Peri.  I  adore  thee,  oh,  joy  extremest, 
Pleasures  supremest — 
Felicita,  felicita. 

Piq.     My  happiness  would  be  complete. 
If  I  only  were  free,  my  sweet. 

Peri.  Oh  I  my  heart's  breaking  for  thee — 
I  adore  thee !  I  adore  thee ! 

Piq.  How  was  it,  by  the  way,  that  you  came  here  ? 

Peri.  I  asked  permission  of  the  Viceroy. 

Piq.  And  he  gave  it  to  you? 

Peri.  He  refuses  me  nothing. 

Piq.  Ah! 

Peri.  You're  stupid.  Don't  you  see,  he  refuses  me 
nothing,  because  I've  refused  him  every  thing? 

Piq.  How!  you  say  that?  If  he  is  still  at  the 
point  of  refusing  you  nothing,  it  means — 

Peri.  That  I  have  refused  every  thing,  sir.  Don't 
you  understand? 

Piq.  No! 

Peri.  You'll  understand  later.  We  have  no  time 
to  lose.  You  will  be  free,  my  Piquillo,  shortly.  I 
have  about  me  a  bag  of  gold  and  precious  stones, 
large  enough  to  corrupt  all  the  jailers  in  the  world. 

Enter  Viceroy,  disguised  as  jailer. 

Vice.  I'm  the  pretty  jailer  bold. 

See  my  beard  and  the  way  I  wear  it; 
Tliough  to  cut  it  I  have  been  told, 
I  will  never  cut  it,  I  swear  it ; 
And  ding,  ding,  ding. 
Jingling  keeps  morn  and  evening. 
Peri.  And  ding,  ding,  ding. 

Jingling  keeps  morn  and  evening. 
Vice.  Unto  the  lonely  prisoner 

I  daily  bear  his  water  gruel; 
Although  I've  a  barbarous  air, 
I'm  not  by  any  means  so  cruel. 
And  ding,  ding,  ding,  etc. 
Peri.  And  ding,  ding,  ding,  etc. 

Pretty  is  the  refrain  you  sing — 
Sort  of  complete,  perfectly  sweet — 
So  sweet,  so  sweet, 
With  his  bunch  of  keys  that  jingle,  etc. 

Piq.     Jingling,  etCi , 

Peri.  That's  quite  enough  of  that!  Do  you  know 
what  this  is? 

Vice.  Perfectly.  Diamonds,  which  the  Viceroy 
gave  you. 

Peri.  Yes,  and  diamonds  which  are  yours,  if  you 
consent  to  the  escape. 

Piq.  Here  now ;  you're  giving  too  much  ;  but  after 
all— 

Vice.  And  if  I  consent  to  favor  his  escape,  what 
will  you  do? 

Peri.  I'll  go  with  him. 
Vice.  Go  with  him  ? 

Piq.  Without  doubt  ;  with  Don  Alphonse  Pi- 
quillo. 

Vice,  [laughs'].  Ah,  ah,  ah  !     He's  too  good. 
Piq.  It  ought  to  be  forbidden  to  laugh  that  way. 
He's  nice,  but  he's  stupid. 

Peri.  I  must  agree  with  you  in  that. 
Vice,  [aside].  You'll  see  by  and  by  whether  I  am 
stupid  or  not.     [Aloud.]     Well,  and  the  poor  Vice- 
roy; you  will  leave  him  behind? 
Peri.  Right  straiglit ! 
Vice.  But  he  adores  you. 
Peri.  What's  that  to  me? 


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LA  PERICHOLE. 


Vice.  If  you  cared  for  him,  it  would  be  something 
to  you. 

Peri.  Yes,  but  I  don't. 

Vice.  Not  a  tiny  bit  ? 

Peri.  Not  an  atom. 

PiQ.  It  is  me  she  loves. 

Peri.  Yes,  'tis  he.  I  love  him — he  loves  me — we 
love  one  another.  We  wish  to  live  one  beside  the 
other,  and  it  is  you,  little  jailer,  we  have  counted  on 
to  have  this  satisfaction. 

Vice.  It's  on  me  you've  counted,  is  it? 

Peri.  Yes,  my  dear  little  jailer,  on  you. 

Vice.  Well,  you've  been  wrong,  and  this  satisfaction 
I  will  procure  you  more  complete  than  you  could  have 
hoped.    Guards  to  me ! 

Enter  Four  Guards. 

Peri,  and  Piq.  Oh! 

Vice.  The  woman  on  the  right,  the  man  on  the 
left.  Don't  hurt  the  woman ;  but  if  you  damage  the 
man  a  little,  I  shall  not  scold. 

lOuards  tie  Perichole  and  Piquillo.1 

Vice.  'Tiswell;  leave  us.  [^Guards  exitJ] 

Peri.  Don  Andres! 

Piq.  The  Viceroy! 

Vice.  Yes,  the  Viceroy,  who  isn't  such  a  fool  as  he 
looks — the  Viceroy,  whom  one  minute  has  sufficed  to 
revenge  himself  of  your  disdain,  madame.  To  live 
side  by  side,  say  you?  You  now  have  your  wish. 
Keraain  there,  and  speak  of  love  if  you  like  it. 

Piq.  Perhaps  he  thinks  I'll  say  "God  bless  you." 
Yes,  tyrant,  we  will  speak  of  our  love. 

Pebi.  We  will  speak  of  it  before  your  very  nose  and 
beard. 

Vice.  You  are  mistaken,  madame;  this  beard  is  not 
mine. 

^~~~~ TRIO. 

Piq.     King  knee-high  to  a  grasshopper! 
Peri.  We're  now,  petty  power,  alive. 
Piq.     We  do  not  care. 
Pebi.  We  do  not  care. 
Piq.     Not  a  copper. 
Peri.  Not  a  copper. 
V  ,     ,    Piq.     Do  you  hear  ? 
I '  JjJ    Pebi.  Do  you  hear  ? 
",  \  \  ■',.  We  love,  we  love. 

•    ''    Vice,  Ah,  jealousy  but  too  well  grounded 

Doth  my  spirit  to  sorrow  move. 

I  am  a  king  of  power  unbounded  ; 

What  is  that  if  I  have  not  love? 
Pebi,  Ah !  jealousy  but  too  well  grounded 

Doth  his  spirit  to  sorrow  move. 

He  is  a  king  of  power  unbounded ; 

Hapless  wretch,  but  he  has  not  love. 

We  love,  we  love,  whate'cr  our  fate ; 

Tyrant,  we  defy  your  hate. 
Piq.     Confound  him !  he's  standing  right  by  her. 
Vice.  I  will  try  her. 
Piq.    What  does  the  wretch  say? 

Will  you  go  away,  will  you  go  away? 

Pebi.  Will  you  go  away?  

"Vice.  Listen  ;  I  have  a  word  to  say; 

If  you  should  grow  more  sensible  later, 

If  you're  prepared  to  leave  that  traitor, 

Sing  me  one  of  those  airs, 

Those  sweet  airs  I  have  heard,  I  shall  be  there. 

Hush,  hush ! 

Don't  answer  a  word,  a  word. 
Peri.  Out  of  my  si^ht!  out  of  my  sight! 
Piq.    Well,  what  did  he  say,  cowardly  despot? 


AA 


Pebi.  Wicked  despot.  [Exit  VUieroy.'] 

Piq.  What  did  the  Viceroy  say  just  now? 

Pebi,  When? 

Piq.  When  he  spoke  low. 

Pebi.  He  said  nothing. 

Piq.  Why  did  he  speak  low  then?  When  one  has 
nothing  to  say,  one  doesn't  speak  at  all. 

Peri.  Don't  annoy  me.  You  can  see  that  I  am 
suffering  from  being  ironed  at  the  waist,  and  you 
bother  me  with  these  stupid  questions ;  besides,  it  isn't 
time  ;  you  know  what  he  says.     Be  quiet. 

Piq.  What  is  it? 

Pebi.  It  seems  as  if  I  heard — 


Enter  Old  Pbisoner. 


\\,ijM^ 


Old  Pbis.  Chut! 

Both.  What  is  that? 

Old  Pbis,  Be  silent. 

Both,  What  is  it? 

Old  Pris.  I  bring  you  liberty.  ..      _ 

Both.  Liberty? 

Old  Pbis.  It  has  taken  me  twelve  years  to  break 
through  the  wall  of  my  cell  with  this  little  knife. 
Twelve  more  years  to  break  through  the  wall  of  your 
cell,  and  we  are  free. 

Both,  In  twelve  years? 

Old  Pbis,  Yes!  don't  let  us  lose  a  moment. 

Pebi,  Say,  my  friend,  I  have  a  more  rapid  means. 
Have  you  got  about  you  your  knife? 

Old  Pbis.  Behold  it! 

Pebi.  Well,  then,  just  break  one  of  the  links  of  this 
chain  with  it. 

Old  Pbis.  At  your  service.  [Embraces  Peiichole.'] 

Pebl  Well,  well! 

Piq.  What  is  it?  Will  you  please — 

Old  Pbis.  I  beg  pardon,  it  was  twelve  years  ago, 
my  friends,  it  was  twelve  years  ago  that —  There, 
you  are  free! 

Piq.  Good ;  I  bear  you  no  grudge, 

Pebi,  Now  listen;  the  Viceroy  told  me  a  little  while 
ago— 

Piq,  I  knew  very  well  he  said  something. 

Pebi,  What  a  torment! 

Piq,  You  didn't  always  say  that, 

Pebi,  The  Viceroy  told  me  that  if  I  didn't  care  to 
pass  the  night  tied  to  this  ring,  I  should  sing  one  of 
those  songs  I  sing  so  well.  It  is  not  I  who  speak, 
but  the  Viceroy. 

Old  Pbis.  O  madame! 

Piq.  He  is  a  man  of  the  world. 

Pebi.  He  said  he  would  be  there,  and  that  when 
he  heard  me  sing  he  would  come  back.  You,  Piquillo, 
will  stand  up  against  your  wall  as  if  you  were  always 
chained.  You,  good  old  man,  must  hide  behind  this 
pillar,  I  will  sing ;  the  Viceroy  will  come,  and  when 
he  is  near  enough — 

Old  Pris.  We  jump  at  him, 

Piq,  We  bind  him  and  steal  his  keys. 

Peri,  And  we  decamp.     Do  you  understand? 

Old  Pris.  Yes,  I  understand, 

Piq.  And  now,  attention !     [Perichole  sings.'] 

Enter  Viceroy.  f 

Vice.  She  adores  me ;  did  I  hear  right  ? 

Peri.  Is  it  you,  Don  Andres? 

Vice,  Yes,  tis  I ;  so  you've  become  reasonable. 

Pebi,  Altogether  reasonable. 

Vice.  And  you  adore  me? 

Peri.  And  I  adore  you.  One,  two,  three,  and  we 
h  a  ve  h  i  m .  [  Old  prisoner  and  1  Htjuillo  bind  Viceroy.  All 
three  exit.'] 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


15 


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-A.OT    I-V. 


SQUARE  IN  THE  CITY  OF  LIMA. 


Enter  Guadalena,  MASTRiiiLA,  and  Berginella. 

Mastrilla.  What  is  the  matter?  Every  body  is 
frightened,  every  body  is  running  away. 

Berginella.  And  all  the  militia  is  on  foot  to 
catch  them. 

Enter  Perichole,  Piquillo,  and  the  Old  Prisoner. 

Both.  Piquillo  and  Perichole! 

Piquillo.  Do  not  betray  us,  good  young  ladies — 
don't  betray  us ! 

Old  Prisoner  \_emhracing  Guadalena'].  It  is  now 
twelve  years —  [^Falls  down.] 

Perichole.  That's  what  it  is  when  you're  out  of 
the  habit.     \_Exit  Perichole,  Piquillo,  and  Old  Prinoner.] 

Enter  Panatellas,  at  head  of  Soldiers. 

Chorus.  Forward,  march !  my  boys — 

March,  quickly  march,  and  make  no  noise. 

Pana.  With  silent  step  we're  on  their  traces — 
They  flee,  we  follow  close  behind ; 
We're  hunting  in  all  sorts  of  places,  / 
And  trust  the  traitors  soon  to  find.    / 

Pana  and  Cho.  Traitors  three,  how  they  flee ! 
All  the  lot  off  have  got. 

Enter  Pedro,  at  head  of  Soldiers. 

Cho.    All  the  three  rogues  French  leave  have  taken  ; 

Hunt  about,  search  them  out, 

Catch  them  all  ere  nightfall ; 

We'll  have  them  or  we're  mucli  mistaken; 

We'll  seek  them  in  all  sorts  of  places, 

Narrow  streets  and  alleys  blind  ; 

For  now  we're  sure  we're  on  their  traces  ; 

Follow  their  steps  close  behind. 

Forward,  march !  etc. 
Pedro.  The  people  behind  us  guying — 
Cho.  The  people  behind  us  guying — 
Pedro.  Inquiring  where  the  birds  have  flown — 
Cho.  Inquiring  where  the  birds  have  flown — 
Pedro.  Still  follow  us,  wickedly  crying — 
Cho.  Still  follow  us,  wickedly  crying — 
Pedro.  Take  them  up — 
Cho.  Take  them  up — 
Pedro.  Or  leave  them  alone — 
Cho.  Or  leave  them  alone. 
All.  Take  them  up,  etc. 

Enter  Three  Cousins.     {Chorus  of  ladies.) 

TRIO  and  CHORUS. 

1st  Cous.  Outcasts  poor,  where  are  they? 
Let  us  hope,  well  away. 
Why,  their  present  hapless  condition 
Is  the  fault,  on  the  whole, 
Of  that  girl  Perichole. 
Another  terrible  ambition ; 
But,  alas,  wretched  child  ! 
See  them  now  flying  wild, 
Wandering,  much  worse  off  than  ever. 
We  may  learn  from  tlieir  case 
What  to  do  in  their  place; 


For  we  think  we're  rather  more  clever, 

And  if  ever  our  master  gracious — 
2d  Cous.  Shall  have  such  surprising  cheek — 
3d  Cous.  As  to  indulge  in  hopes  fallacious. 

Of  his  love  to  us  to  speak — 
1st  Cous.  We  should  display  much  more  discretion — 
2d  Cous.  More  wisdom,  more  skill  employ — 
3d  Cous.  With  politeness  and  self-possession — 
Cous.  We  would  refuse  the  Viceroy. 
Cho.  aTid  Cous.  Outcasts  poor,  etc. 

Enter  Viceroy  and  Soldiers. 

Vice.  They  are  taken,  I  suppose? 

Pedro.  Excellency — 

Vice.  They  are  taken — arrested? 

Pana.  We  are  on  their  track,  Excellency,  and 
have  a  certain  clue. 

Vice.  A  clue !  I  know  that  joke ;  that's  been 
played  on  me  before. 

Pana.  But,  your  Highness,  I  assure  you — 

Vice.  That  you've  found  nothing  at  all,  that  you 
know  nothing.  Thus  two  persons  have  dared  to  put 
their  hands  on  my  sacred  person.  They  tied  me  up 
like  a  sausage,  this  sacred  person  of  mine ;  then  got 
away,  laughing  at  my  position.  And  when  I  asked 
you,  the  governor  of  Lima — you,  the  first  gentleman 
of  my  bed-chamber — if  these  two  wretches  were  ar- 
rested, you  think  it  is  enough  to  answer,  "  We  are 
on  their  track.  Highness;  we  have  a  clue." 

Pedro.  I've  searched  the  palace,  Highness;  I've 
searched  the  shops,  the  bad  resorts,  the  bazars,  the 
inns,  the  lodging-houses,  the — 

Vice.  And  you,  Panatellas  ? 

Pana.  Your  Highness,  I  searched  the  inhabitants. 

Vice.  And  what  did  you  find? 

Pana.  Not  much.  Highness. 

Vice.  You  say  that  because  you  are  afraid  I  shall 
ask  my  share.     Come  forward,  you  three  cousins. 

Berg.  Highness. 

Vice.  You  know  her,  this  wretched  Perichole ;  you 
know  him,  this  Piquillo? 

Mast.  Yes,  Highness;  but — 

Vice.  You  saw  them,  no  doubt? 

GuAD.  No,  Highness,  no.     Did  we  see  them? 

Vice.  You  look  troubled.  Take  care,  you  three 
cousins;  you  shall  be  beaten  with  birch  if  you  do 
not  tell  the  truth.  You  understand,  I  shall  have  you 
beaten  after  having  stripped  you  to  the  waist. 

Crowd.  Eh!  eh! 

Vice.  It  will  amuse  you  all,  won't  it? 

Pana.  Of  course,  of  course. 

Vice.  Well,  then,  it  won't  take  place.  Let  the 
chase  go  on.  I  shall  catch  those  who  tied  me  up,  if 
I  have  to  pull  half  the  town  to  pieces  to  do  it. 
Start  on,  gentlemen,  start  on. 

Crowd.  Here  they  are  !    Here  thev  come ! 

Vice.  Who? 

Pedro.  The  Perichole  and  Piquillo. 

Vice.  Piquillo!  The  Perichole!  They  surrender !, 
Very  good !  tit  •  /U  ^ 

^^^  '0     •     .\5' 

Enter  Piquillo,  Perichole,  and  Old  Prisoner. 

PiQ.  You  will  allow  us,  won't  you? 

Cous.  Certainly,  certainly. 

Vice.  Wait,  let  us  see  what  they  will  do? 


16 


LA  PERICHOLE. 


Piq.  Thank  you,  good  young  ladies ;  thank  you 
very  much.  Well,  this  is  an  audience.  We'll  have 
to  distinguish  ourselves,  Perichole.  It  will  be  per- 
haps our  last  song. 

Peri.  And  let  us  hope  those  who  listen  will  be 
generous — very  generous. 

Vice.  You  will  see. 

Peri.  Are  you  ready? 

Piq.  Yes. 

Peri.  The  clemency  of  Augustus — 

Vice.  That's  quite  delicate. 

Peri.  Clemency   of   Augustus,    where    the    guilty 
T^ere   rewarded  instead  of  being  punished   as  they 
^iJlbught  to  have  been — 
>.   '       Piq.  a  complaint  in  two  verses.  ■>< 

)c     I      Vice.  Who  do  I  see?    Tlie  Marquis  of  Santarem? 
let  me  in  the  round  and  do  as  I  wish. 
Take  back  your  diamonds,  Highness;  all  we  ask  is 
that  you  don't  have  us  hanged — 

Piq.  Or  demand  back  the  four  dollars  spent  for 
our  marriage,  great  king. 

Peri.  Mercy,  sire! 

Vice.  Stop!  I'm  melting.  Don  Andres  de  Bar- 
beira  is  not  in  the  habit  of  taking  back  what  he  has 
once  given.  Keep  them  all;  your  conduct  awakens 
in  me  so  much  admiration  that,  were  I  not  careful,  I 
should  cry  like  a  fool.  Where's  my  handkerchief? 
Somebody  has  stolen  my  handkerchief. 

Peri.  You  have  a  cold  in  the  head. 

Old  Pris.  Here,  sir !     [  Offenng  handkerchief.] 

Vice.  This  reminds  me  of  my  ancestors,  Milan  oi 
Crotona.  Approach,  Marquis  de  Santarem.  What 
did  you  do  to  be  put  in  prison? 


Old  Pris.  I  don't  know. 

Vice.  I'm  sorry,  because  I'd  like  to  have  forgiven 
it.  But  as  you  don't  know,  let  him  be  taken  back 
to  his  cell. 

Old  Pris.  I  don't  care;  I  have  my  little  knife. 

Vice.  Both  of  you  are  free. 

Both.  Free  ! 

Peri.  And  rich.  Now  you  see  when  I  do  the 
begging. 

Piq.  O  my  Perichole! 

Peri.  My  dear  lover! 

FINALE. 

Piq.     Oh,  listen  now,  I  pray, 

Oh,  listen  to  my  ditty; 

Oh,  have  you  not  heard 

That  you  are  very  pretty? 
Peri.  I  have  been  called  a  bird, 

And  so  I'll  fly  away,  sir ; 

I  have  been  called  a  bird 

And  I  will  say  good  day,  sir. 
Piq.     To  you  I'll  homage  pay, 

And  I'll  always  be  gay ; 

I  owe  you  my  duty. 

For  you  are  my  beauty. 
Peri.  Then  I  should  answer,  too. 

Of  flattery  you're  dreaming ; 

Then  I  should  answer  too, 

I  bid  you,  sir,  good  evening. 
Piq.  Say  good  evening.  •< 

Peri.  Yes,  good  evening. 
Both.  Whose  there?  etc. 
All.  Hooi>-la,  etc. 


A  Wonderful 


DISCOVEEY! 


A  Deodorized 


Extract  of  Petroleuin. 


-X- 


■X- 


The  only  Article  that 

will  restore  Hair  on 

Bald  Heads. 


What   the  World  has 

been  wanting  for 

Centuries. 


Th'^  greatest  discovery  of  our  day,  so  far  as  a  large  portion  of  humanity  is  concerned,  Is  CARBOLINE, 
an  article  prepared  from  Petroleum,  and  which  effects  a  complete  and  radical  cure  in  cases  of  baldness,  or 
where  t^ie  hair,  owing  to  diseasei  of  the  scalp,  has  become  thiu  and  tends  to  fall  oat.  It  is  also  a  speedy 
restorative,  and  secures  a  luxuriant  growth  of  hiir,  and  brings  bac't  the  natural  color.  The  falling  out 
of  the  hair,  and  the  accumulation  of  dandruff,  and  the  premature  change  in  color,  are  all  evidences  of  a 
diseased  condition  of  the  scalp,  and  the  glands  which  nourish  the  hair.  To  arrest  these  causes,  the  article 
u=;ed  must  possess  medical  as  well  as  chemical  virtues,  and  the  change  must  begin  under  the  scalp  to  be 
of  permanent  and  lasting  bsneflt.  Such  an  article  is  CARBOLINE,  and  like  many  other  wonderful  dis- 
coveries it  IS  found  to  consist  of  elements  almost  in  their  natural  state.  Petroleum  Oil  is  the  article  which 
is  made  to  work  such  extraordinary  results:  but  it  is  after  it  has  been  chemically  treated  and  completely 
deodorized  that  it  is  in  proper  condition  for  the  toilet.  It  was  in  far-off  Russia  that  the  effect  of  Petroleuin 
upon  the  hair  was  first  observed,  a  Government  officer  having  noticed  tliat  a  partially  bald-headed  servant 
of  his,  wlien  trimming  the  lamps,  had  a  habit  of  wiping  his  oil-besmeared  hands  in  his  scanty  locks,  and 
the  result  was  In  a  few  months  a  much  finer  head  of  black,  glossy  hair  than  he  ever  had  before.  The  oil 
was  tried  on  horses  and  cattle  that  had  losf.  their  hair  from  the  cattle  plague,  and  the  results  were  as 
rapid  as  they  were  marvelous.  The  manes  and  even  the  tails  of  horses  which  had  fallen  out  were  com- 
pletely restored  in  a  few  weeks.  These  experiments  were  practically  useless,  as  no  one  in  civllizei  society 
could  tolerate  the  use  of  refined  petroleum  as  a  dressing  for  the  hair.  But  the  skill  of  one  of  our  own 
chemists  has  overcome  the  difficulty,  and,  by  a  process  known  only  to  himself,  he  has,  after  very  elaborate 
and  costly  experiments,  succeeded  in  deodorizing  petroleum,  which  renders  it  susceptible  of  being  handled 
as  daintily  as  the  famous  Eau  de  Cologne.  The  experiments  made  with  tae  deodorized  liquid  on  the  human 
hair  were  attended  with  the  most  astonishing  results.  A  few  applications  where  tne  hair  was  thin 
and  falling  gave  remarkable  tone  and  vigor  to  the  scxlp  and  hair.  Every  particle  of  dandruff  disappears 
on  the  first  or  second  dressing,  and  the  liquid,  so  searching  in  Its  nature,  seems  to  penetrate  to  the  roots 
at  once,  and  set  up  a  radical  change  from  the  start.  It  is  well  known  that  the  most  beautiful  colors  are 
made  from  petroleum,  and  by  some  mysterious  operation  of  nature  t'le  use  of  this  article  gradually  imparts 
a  beautiful  light-biown  color  to  the  hair,  which,  by  continued  use,  deepens  to  a  black.  The  c^lor  remains 
permanent  for  an  indefinite  length  of  time,  and  the  change  is  so  gradual  that  the  most  intimate  friends 
can  scarce  detect  its  progress. 

We  advise  our  readers  to  give  it  a  trial,  feelin?  satisfied  that  one  application  will  convince  them  of 
its  wonderful  eff^cls.—PUtsburjh  Commercial  of  October  39,  1877. 

The  article  is  telling  its  own  story  in  the  hands  of  thousands  who  are  using  it  with  most  gratifying 
and  encouraging  results. 

Mr.  GUSTAVUS  F.  HALL,  lata  of  the  Gates  Opera  Troupe,  writes:  "After] 
six  weeks'  use  am  convinced,  as  are  also  my  comrades,  that  your  CARBOLINE  has 
and  is  producing  a  wonderful  growth  of  hair  where  I  had  none  for  years." 

Mr.  C.  H.  SMITH,  of  the  Jennie  Hight  Combination,  writes :  "After  using  your 
CARBOLINE  three  weeks,  I  am  convinced  that  bald  heads  can  be  're-haired;'  it's 
simply  wonderful  in  my  case." 


CARBOLINE  is  now  presented  to  the  public,  without  fear  ot  contradiction,  as  the  best  Restorative 
and  Btjautlfler  of  the  Hair  the  world  has  ever  produced. 


PRICE,  ONE  DOLLAR  PER  BOTTLE. 


Sold  by  all  Druggists. 


SENNEDT  &  C0„  Pittsbttcgfii,  Pa. 

Sole  Agents  for  the  United  States,  the  Canadas,  and  Great^'Britain. 


PIANO-FORTE, 

Oompl^t©  TvMmgh  at  thm  Gmmtmntkluh 


THE  WEBER   PIANO   ALONE  WAS  CLASSED   PIKST 

^^jjur  ojiupciuiwuiu^  ruiUj  nuu  iiiuu 


For  Sympathetic^  Pure,  and  Rich  Tone^  combined  with 

Greatest  Power^ 

As  shown  by  the  figures  of  the  Judges  on  Grand  Pianos,  which  are 

The  Fundamental  Basis  of  all  Awards. 


i.  u 


TTv^IBIBiEie.' 


BRISTOW.  KUPKA.  OLIVER.  SCHLEIXM  AYKK . 

TONE 6  6  6  6 

EQUALITY 6  6  6  5 

QUALITY 6  6  6  6 

TOUCH 6  6  6  6 

24  24  24  23=:©5 

W^hile  the  Highest  Number  reached  by  any  of  the  other  Forty  Manufacturers  was  only 

91  OUT  OF  A  POSSIBLE  96. 

The  Musical  Jury  of  the  Centennial  Exhibition  has  thus  stamped  its  Oflacial  Seal  upon  the  generally 
awarded  verdict  of  every  great  Pianist,  Musician,  and  Vocalist  in  the  World,  that 

"THE  WEBER  PIANOS  ARE  THE  BEST  MANUFACTURED." 


NILSSON. — 1  shall  take  every  opportunity  to  kkcommend  and   I'RAISE  your  instruments. 

ALBANI.— I  used  your  splpjndid  Pianos  throughout  America,  and  they  deservedly  merit 
the  high  distinction  they  have  obtained. 

MARIEKOZE.— I  have  frequently  heard  in  Europe  al)out  the  avondekfui.  to>i    oi.   vm  w 
Pianos,  but  must  confess  they  surpass  my  expectation. 

MUBSKA. — Your  instruments  surpass  my  expectations,  and  I  rank  you  .irsTi.v   as  mi; 

FOREMOST   ]NrAM:FACTt'RFK   OF   THE  DAY. 

GODDARD. — Your  instruments  have  no  "superior"  anywhere.     I  certainly  have  not  seen 
any  Pianos  in  America  wliich  even  approach  them. 

STRAUSS.— Your  Pianos  astonish  me;    I   assure  you  tiiat  1   have  never  yet  seen  any 
Pianos  which  equal  yours. 

and  hundreds  of  other  testimonials, 


Warerooms:  Fifth  Avenue,  Corner  Sixteenth  Street,  New  York. 


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